You're kissing strangers on the corner
Of Sunset and Vine, Sunset and Vine
Look at you, a brand new tattoo
Just below your panty line
You're getting thinner, skipping dinner
It hastens the effect of the wine
It's not a crime, it's not a sin
Blowing cash, talking trash
Your drawing glasses and fake moustaches
On the faces in the dirty magazines
You swore it was the last time, yeah
But you said that the last time
Breaking hearts and promises
And, and talking while you chew
I think her face would turn blue
She'd say, "Shame on you."
It's not a crime, it's not a sin
I think her face would turn blue
She'd say, "Shame on you."