When she was just a girl

She became a woman of the world

Soon there wasn't room enough for her

In between the bosoms of her family

She popped the cork, got on the Greyhound to New York

Small-talked her way round just the sort

Of playboys' playground she'd once dreamed about



Maybe I love her, but I'm jealous of her

She's a woman of the world



She's a fake!—sure, but she's a real fake

On the make!—making up for lost time

Just you wait!—hey, give the girl a break

And a fifty dollar bill will see to that

Heh, that ain't enough to feed the cat

Serve up the rats and super rats

Well they just get fatter while she fades away



Maybe I love her, but I'm jealous of her

She's a woman of the world

Maybe I hate her, 'cause I didn't create her

It's human nature, girl

Maybe I'll suffer, just to be her lover

Just to be part of her world

Maybe I need her, because I want to be her baby, can I be your girl?

Maybe I'll kill her, just trying to thrill her if she don't kill me first



We're making eye-contact

Oh those hypnotic eyes attract

Such philanthropic flies—that's that.

You cannot stop it, so why the devil do you try?