Her hair is short

Her legs are brown

Her lips are full

Her head hangs down

Her eyes are blue

Her ass is round

Her breasts are sweet

And she wears a frown

She is sweet tasting fruit whose juice is bitter tears

She is love's worn out boot, tattered and torn, you wear

Twist a virgin 'round your dirty little finger

Love is gone, but the memory lingers

Twist a virgin 'round your dirty little finger

Love is gone, but the memory lingers

Her hair is short

Her legs are brown

Her lips are full

Her head hangs down

Her eyes are blue

Her ass is round

Her breasts are sweet

She wears a frown

She is sweet tasting fruit whose juice is bitter tears

She is love's worn out boot, tattered and torn, you wear

Twist a virgin 'round your dirty little finger

Love is gone, but the memory lingers

Twist a virgin 'round your dirty little finger

Love is gone, but the memory lingers

Twist a virgin 'round your dirty little finger

Love is gone, but the memory lingers

Kill a virgin with your bloody little finger

Ate her innocence and virtue for dinner, oh, oh

Ooh

Hey, oh, oh

Ooh, ooh, ooh