Little itty bitty
Girlie in the city
Why, you don't look so pretty, with your panties at your knees
You're skinny, fine and funky
Like a f**ed up junky
Got a back driving monkey let you do what you please
s** it up, s** it up, s** it up
Ride with me, baby, on my motorcycle maybe
You can win, baby, bring me to my knees
With whole lots of money
Red, green, and blue, money
Like your veins - you're s**in'
Like a burning disease
Lovers all the time - lips that taste like wine
I want cherry walk - cherry talk - ladies in the backseat
Some confrontations, re-evalutions
In your burning imitation bring me to my knees
s** it up