Betty Page

Lyrics

She's out slummin' for another fix Down on her knees Giving last licks She's got senior rights Don't show her age Her hair's blacker than Betty Page Rubber skin so sharp it cuts She's the rubber lover to all the sluts Glory holes in sleazy walls R.H. Bear cruises men's room stalls She's got the love, she's got the rage A digital bitch you can't upstage Bound and shagged inside her cage Her hair's blacker than Betty Page She loves to love the love you hold She does it hot but oh so cold Puss-bone white, super tight She's triple-X by candlelight WEEDA-WEEDA-WADDA HOODA-HOODA-HA Don't need no lube, she likes it raw Hands tied down, leave you alone She's seen more rods than the Twilight Zone She's got the love, she's got the rage A digital bitch you can't upstage Bound and shagged inside her cage Her hair's blacker Her hair's blacker Her hair's blacker than Betty Page She's the snake with the poison apple She licks down your blood sample Something in the way, she grinds her hips And oh, check out those tits Take out the whips, open the crypts Rocky Horror has your lips A digital bitch you can't upstage Her hair's blacker than Betty Page She loves the meat, she loves the truck Take her hot pants off and fuck, fuck, fuck She's a high priced hooker with devil tattoos and a clean shaved fox COOH-COOH-COOH KA-JOO Sit at home, you're the masturbator She gets off when you hate her Tori Amos with bad vodka She wants blood and you can't stop her She's got the love, she's got the rage A digital bitch you can't upstage Bound and shagged inside her cage Her hair's blacker than Betty Page She's back Black sheep God Black sheep God Black sheep God Black sheep God Black sheep God Black sheep God