Lyrics:

I stopped the thought before its drip became insistent.
I rubbed it out and loved the spot where it were missing.
She's widely known, the only maquereau that pays her taxes.
I got to box her for the money, said it might end...

Reeling and stumbling, I've got to bump around a while.
You don't use words like that -- St. Louise is listening.
You don't use words like that -- St. Louise is listening.

You rang the eskimo to meet you at the station,
Oh, he's like milk to you, half-Swedish and half-Asian.
And your aphasia strikes a bargain with the barter yardie.
I got to box you for the money, said it might end...

Reeling and stumbling, I've got to bump around a while.
You don't use words like that -- St. Louise is listening.
You don't use words like that -- St. Louise is listening.

Let me get up on it, let me, let me...
Let me get up on it, let me, let me...

I could be your babydoll, I could be your doll, baby.
I could be the thing you want, I could do it all for you.

You don't use words like that, St. Louise is listening
You don't use words like that, St. Louise is listening

Let me get up on it, let me, let me...
Let me get up on it, let me, let me...