Lyrics:

Give us what you got Girl you got a lot Seems you got an itch that's scratching Lay it like it plays Play it like it lays All your Easter eggs are hatching In your Cadillac Reaching for your jack There's nothing we can tell you Just a little queen Dirty mouth and mean There's nothing we can sell you o CHORUS: You're an original, baby Like we've never seen before You're an original, baby Turn around and you're looking at a hundred more o Deadly in the sack Grooving to The Clash On some kind of wasted weekend Pretty little girl Expensive little world Curiosity is peeking Here today and gone by morning Your ice cream cone is melting fast Maybe Monday, maybe someday Your lucky star won't fly on past CHORUS Turn around and you're looking at a hundred more Turn around and you're looking at a hundred more Turn around and you're looking at a hundred more Caught you in a pose That everybody knows We thought you had something special CHORUS