TART WITH THE HEART
With an Oxfam shop smell, her clothes were louder than hell
Drowning out the jukebox
I avoided her stare by diving under a chair
But right next to my nose, a pair of stilettos
I didn't have a prayer
"Hey you, what you doing down there?
I were jutht tellin' the girlth about our affair-
How you took uth 'ome a week latht Thunday,
And made a meth before I got your knob out of your undieth"
She's the tart
with the heart, she's the bitch with the lisp
She was lying,
of course. I made a bolt for the door,
Shop" (aka "The Spack Shop")