Wax Words - Only Twenty

Hangin’ round the marquis Cinema 3

Hot fudge treat comin’ down on me

X-rated satiated woman of the streets

Keeps the old timers on the edge of their seats

 

Too bad I’m only twenty

And too bad that it ain’t free

The judge says it’s gonna take another whole year

Before I can bring out the man in me

 

I got the strip show blues and I’m waitin’ at the door

The crowd is almost naked as she yells for more

But I ain’t even married, wouldn’t know what to do

With Miss Butterscotch Potato Chip Fifi La Rue

 

Too bad I’m only twenty

And too bad that it ain’t free

The man at the gate is as wise as can be

He can see through the sick little kid in me

 

Life on the farm wasn’t much fun

The preacher read his sermon every Sunday at one

Around two-thirty can’t believe what I see

It’s my own big sister sittin’ on his knee

 

Too bad I’m only twenty

And too bad that it ain’t free

The man at the gate is as wise as can be

He can see through the sick little kid in me

 

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