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?
