Mata Hari

Once upon a time there was a cotton-candy slut Who would've been a beauty if she kept her mouth shut Polyester princess gettin' pretty plenty play Tore up from the floor up, man and this is what she'd say: I'm so sexy, I'm so sorry Bargain basement Mata Hari My proportions epidemic Just a bimbo with a gimmick. Has a man she keeps on hand for when she needs a fix Every time he kisses her he tastes like other chicks That's all fine 'cause she don't mind it if he isn't true Plenty more where he came from and they all want her too She's so super, she's so swell Cut-throat, cut-rate Jezebel No one's drone, nobody's fool Grows her own and owns her cool Boys'll come and boys'll go it doesn't bother her Last names are a mystery and first names are a blur Maybe when she's done with sin she'll settle down at last Says: Why they call it slow gin' when it works so damn fast? She's a starling, she's a swan Discount whore of Babylon Tear your heart out by the roots Magdalene in go-go boots Holy Mary pray for us Holy Mary pray for us Mata Hari pray for us Mata Hari pray for us