Dewey Kincade

Lyrics

Well, everybody knows that you're the biggest tease,
You promise a hurricane, and deliver a breeze,
And still you've got battalions week in the knees,
You're talkin' so tough but you're so easy to please.
And I don't understand why there's a line out your door,
Nobody gets much, so they always come back for more,
And to every chump who leaves unsatisfied,
You straighten your skirt, and say well, they never tried.

But when you put on those gloves,
And dress yourself up to kill,
You say your selling them love,
But they ain't get nothin' but cheap thrills.

Once upon a time you went to great lengths,
But now you don't sweat; you say you're saving your strength,
You hear complaints but they don't make you nervous,
And since the lines gettin' longer you can cut back the service.
I called 1-800 but I couldn't get through,
And operator was standing by to connect me to you,
I told her I couldn't sleep, and I felt so alone,
She said, "call someone who delivers," and then she hung up the
phone.

But when you put on those gloves,
And dress yourself up to kill,
You say your selling them love,
But they ain't get nothin' but cheap thrills.

Well, I ain't eatin' right, I look very gaunt,
And the more that you give me, the more that I want,
I've lost all my money, and I'm down on my luck,
Well, you know what they say, you- you- you- are what you-

But when you put on those gloves,
And dress yourself up to kill,
You say your selling them love,
But they ain't get nothin' but cheap thrills.