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