With a trash can mouth and a fucked up 'tude

She turned her first trick at twleve

Her veins cold black from a life on smack

Baby she was raised in Hell



I trip 'cuz I really know her well



I dig how quick you try and please me

Nothing I love, more, roll on over I'll refill thee



Slow and easy

Slow and easy

The taste of flesh uh huh

Slow and easy



Has it always been your wet dream

You're lookin' killer on the big screen



Give it to Jimmy Dean



Whoa!

Whoa