Dear lovely lady,
What has your mother taught to you?
To play sleepy time with the older folk?
Or to love with your heart and soul?
My love love love love-ly lady
Dear mister master
What the hell have you been thinking?
To sleep with criminals in lost yards?
Or to pick yourself up back into one?
My love love love love-ly lady
Poor girl
Dumb girl
Sad girl
Lost girl
Rich girl
Whore girl
Pretty girl
Young girl
Does the ring fit across your finger?
Do you know you�re a little whore?
I can see the dots crossing your faceline
Twisting and turning across your body
Do you know you�re going down, down, down
Down, down, down
Poor girl
Dumb girl
Sad girl
Lost girl
Rich girl
Whore girl
Pretty girl
Young girl
And she�s wrapped in ivy
Wrapped in dust
Wrapped in steel
Wrapped in lust
Wrapped in metal
Wrapped in dirt
Wrapped in my out blood
Poor girl
Dumb girl
Sad girl
Lost girl
Rich girl
Whore girl
Pretty girl
Young girl