Desdemona just because

You're the daughter of a man

He may be rich he's in a ditch

He does not understand

Just how to move or rock and roll

To the conventions of the young

Desdemona, Desdemona,

Desdemona Desdemona,

Desdemona, Desdemona

Lift up your skirt and fly.

Just because my friend and I

Got a jute joint by the Seine

Does not mean I'm past fourteen

And cannot play the game

I'm glad I split and got a pad

On Boulevard Rue Fourteen

Desdemona, Desdemona,

Desdemona Desdemona,

Desdemona, Desdemona

Lift Up your skirt and fly.

Just because Toulouse Lautrec

Painted some chick in the rude

Doesn't give you the right

To steal my night

And leave me naked in the nude

Well just because the touch of your hand

Can turn me on just like a stick.

Desdemona, Desdemona,

Desdemona Desdemona,

Desdemona, Desdemona

Lift up your skirt and speak.