She calls it
Sugarcane
And she says
And she says
Oh, but it tastes the same,
As heaven, in her throat, as it drains
Strips off, her knee high socks
Plaid wool skirt, it won't hurt
Spreads lipstick on her
Full wide mouth, north and south
Painted nails reach for a smoke
And I have one more coke
Wired Catholic all girls school
You're so cool
So bored, you know
I'm not crazed and I'm not mad
I'm just so sick
Of watching pretty girls
Doin' ugly things
Pretty girls, ugly things
Three o'clock
Girls come outta school
St. Teresa is a nice place for you
Get in the car and start to undress
Your face is quite a pretty mess
And I just take your hand
How are you today?
And I'm facin' what you say
Hi, oh, I'm fine.
But I'd be just a little more
If I could get
Oh, can I get?
What I need
Oh please, can I get
Just a little more?
Sarah, you spilled the tequila
You just laugh and say,
"It was all dead weight; won't get us straight"
Mom and dad, away from home
We're on their bed, between the mirror
You just grin
She calls it sugarcane