Where did your clothes go?
And hands on crossed legs
And keep the skin under your dress
It's only yours to play with
And you know I'm not a fighter
So glue your arms to your side
And all you want is some loving
And keep the skin under your dress
It's only yours to play with
And you know I'm not a fighter
So glue your arms to your side
And fear on lips my guns are held
To the skin he felt and hands she held, oh
And keep the skin under your dress
It's only yours to play with
And you know I'm not a fighter
So glue your arms to your side