You're as game as a badger with loose morals and looser stockings,
But that smile on your face got the good time boys flocking.
He was alone with too much time on his hands,
Whilst you were surrounded by your infatuated fans.
But you had washed your hands of the good old days,
When you drank till you were drunk, but never had to pay.
You were an easy lay with money on the hip,
Popping pills, looking for your next trip.
So slip on your panties and cover your cheeks,
Tie up your bows and go catch some sleep.
You're a whore to money and a pimp to his soul,
Picking up dollars whilst he's on the dole.
You can use your charms and get what you want,
Get what you need but without having to flaunt.
Those loose morals and those looser stockings.
So go to him, cos they've all stopped flocking.