What's this odd game that's all over the airwaves?

It's their loose lips that laid me so sick

With an ear pinned down on your chest

And all I heard were sighs from that shotgun that she hides so well, so well under that dress

My, my, what an awful mess

Does that dress fit alright?

I wanna know why it falls off and on

Are you okay, baby?

Hopefully, Mississippi will lynch you like it did me

I'm a cabaret, a Champaign café everyone uses to celebrate

I'm just not ready to rot and dance and laugh to the sweetest death I ever had

And oh my, you look awful with a mouthful of sex, like drugs

But I just can't seem to switch off this machine that turns ivory into kerosene

Does that dress fit alright?

I wanna know why it falls off and on

Are you okay, baby?

Hopefully, New York City will lose you like it did me

And I've got glass eyes that have dined so many times

With thighs and sighs that scream, 'I gotta get mine.'

And I've got glass eyes that have dined so many times

With thighs and sighs that scream, 'I gotta get mine.'