Once upon a time there was a cotton-candy slut   Who would’ve been a beauty if she kept her mouth shut   Polyester princess gettin pretty plenty play   Tore up from the floor up, man, and this is what she’d say      “I’m so sexy, I’m so sorry   Bargain basement Mata Hari   My proportions epidemic   Just a bimbo with a gimmick”      Has a man she keeps on hand for when she needs a fix   Every time he kisses her he tastes like other chicks   That’s all fine cos she don’t mind it if he isn’t true   Plenty more where he came from and they all want her too      She’s so super, she’s so swell   Cut-throat, cut-rate Jezebel   No one’s drone, nobody’s fool    Grows her own and owns her cool      Boys’ll come and boys’ll go, it doesn’t bother her   Last names are a mystery and first names are a blur   Maybe when she’s done with sin she’ll settle down at last   Says: “Why they call it ‘slow gin’ when it works so damn fast?”      She’s a starling, she’s a swan   Discount whore of Babylon   Tear your heart out by the roots   Magdalene in go-go boots      Holy Mary pray for us   Holy Mary pray for us   Mata Hari pray for us   Mata Hari pray for us