Street wise, smooth thighs, dress for your pleasure
Your old man says, «Young man, stand and deliver»
She just wants that hard stash, hot from your pocket
She don’t need your credit card
So shove it, if you’ve got it Sailing on her waterbed
Side by side and head to head
Painted love, painted love, painted lover
Painted love, painted love, painted lover
Pin striped city tyke has a soft underbelly
He’s transfixed by the heel clicks
And he ducks down the alley
Silken legs stiletto spurred
Pulls you in to make you hers