I've seen a lot of women who haven't had much luck

I've seen you looking like you've been run down by a truck

That ain't nice to say sometimes I guess I'm really hard

But I'm gonna put buckshots in your pants if you step into my yard

When I watch the police come by and move you on

Well I sometimes wonder what's beneath the mess you've become

Well you may have been a pioneer in the trade of women's wear

But all you got was a mop up job washing other people's stairs

I'm gonna tell the world, you're a dirty little girl

Someone grab that bitch by the ears

Rub her down scrub her back

And turn her inside out

`cause I bet she hasn't had a bath in years

Here's my own belief about all the dirty girls

That you have to clean the oyster to find the pearl

And like rags that belong to you I belong to myself

So don't show up around here till your social worker's helped