Katie got a ride home   She couldn't afford the fare   She offered the taxi driver   Her body then and there      The driver took advantage   The cab was dark and cold   Katie got her kicks that way   Searching for her soul      They'd say, oh, no, Katie   They'd say, shame on you   You'd say, what's your problem?   It's what I like to do      They'd say, oh, no, Katie   They'd say, shame on you   You'd say, what's your problem?   It's what I like to do, to do, to do      That night was dark in town   And the driver sweat and moaned   Katie looked over his shoulder   And faked her pleasured groans      Katie stepped into the cold street   The rain was pouring down   She opened up her battered door   In this dirty town      They'd say, oh, no, Katie   They'd say, shame on you   You'd say, what's your problem?   It's what I like to do      They'd say, oh, no, Katie   They'd say, shame on you   You'd say, what's your problem?   It's what I like to do   To do, to do, to do, to do, to do   To do, to do, to do, to do