I stuck a six-inch gold blade in the head of a girl She: lying through her teeth, him: on his back Hands off this one, hands off! she cried Grinning at me from hip to hip Hands off, pretty baby, tough bone then so soft to slip Oooh yeah I stuck a six-inch gold blade in the head of a girl Sharks-fin slices sugar-bed slices that pretty red-head I love you! now me! I love you! Laughter, laughter Oh baby, those skinny girls, they're so quick to murder Oooh yeah Shake it baby, c'mon, shake, shake it baby (Ad infinitum)