Song Description

This may not be about anyone you know but I bet it could be...

Lyrics

She's got razor sharp teeth for her erstwhile friends
She's got a healthless range of challenge to the living end
She never hustled for the Lord until she played pretend
On the south side of purgatory, do what you can

It's high, high, high, high time she got her way.

She took the long way home in a hansom cab.
She had cherry red lipstick and a chocolate lab.
On the upper east side she made her grab
For the senior with the penthouse munching soft shell crab.

She says seafood's okay as long as there's scotch by her plate.

Listen, what I say when I say it's no play,
It's the wicked side of saccharin when she stays.
She's a white bread, force-fed, big head American tart.
She's a sweetheart.

She's got the big blue-blockers for his X-ray eyes.
She says she loves the old man and his raging thighs.
She's all cuddles and kisses on that fragile guy.
She's the sponge bath queen and no one has to ask why.

She says eleven bucks an hour won't cut it in a silicone world.

Listen, what I say when I say it's no play,
It's the wicked side of saccharin when she stays.
She's a white bread, force-fed, big head American tart.
She's a sweetheart.

You ever notice how the pillows really make the bed?
You ever notice how the air really makes the head?
Did you ever wonder who did the deed in the old man's stead?
I mean, after they wed.

I think it's high, high, high, high time she got her way.

Listen, what I say when I say it's no play,
It's the wicked side of saccharin when she stays.
She's a white bread, force-fed, big head American tart.
She's a sweetheart.