Lyrics:

I’ve seen a lot of women who haven’t had much luck,
I’ve seen you looking life you’ve been run down by a truck.
That ain’t nice to say, sometimes I guess I’m really hard,
But I’m gonna put buckshot in your pants if you step into my yard.

When I watch the police come by and move you on
Well I sometimes wonder what’s beneath the mess you’ve become.
Well you may have been a pioneer in the trade of women’s wear,
But all you got was a mop up job, washing other people’s stairs.

I’m gonna tell the world, you’re a dirty little girl,
Someone grab that bitch by the ears
Rub her down, scrub her back
And turn her inside out,
‘Cause I bet she hasn’t had a bath in years.

Here’s my belief about all the dirty girls –
That you have to clean the oyster to find the pearl,
And like rags that belong to you, I belong to myself,
So don’t show up round here ‘til you social worker’s helped.

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