You can ask me to go dancing
you might ask my sister too,
you might wink at my mother,
that wouldn’t be nothing new.
We all get invitations,
stacks of email and PMs
promising high times and misdemeanors,
drugged up peckers, and M&Ms.

We’ll stop at the cheap gas station
to fill our heads with air,
then drive my cool blue mustang to
the Penny’s for cheap footwear.
We got your money in our panties.
We got chewing gum on our teeth.
We’ve got boys that want to buy us
diamonds big as a Christmas wreath, so

We don’t worry about tomorrow,
we forget about yesterday.
We got no morals to our story,
we want to laugh and play.
Our bodies are well waxed wonders,
Each one smoother than a new moon’s ass,
Our g-strings are tuned to perfection,
And our Ben Wa balls are brass.