Texty: A1. Isn't it cheap.

This punky club was spinning
fores off a funky tee
I'm on the floor and she was
watching me
Guess she was fine with a head
to thigh inspection
With my back against the wall I
played it casually
Man, I don't know but when she
smiled at me
And started to grinding her arse
on the horn of some dirty trumpet
I had to say something

Camera shy, no style, getting it right
I said I wanna take you home,
tonight. And she said

Let me take you to a place I know
Right beside the dirty little picture
show. Love me if you like, but I'm not
what you need. And nothing comes
for free. Isn't it cheap

As soon as she got me alone there
was no hesitation
And startning taking off all her clothes
to lady Paris singing
I was jacking her up all night with a
lethal injection
The way she almost put up a fight,
was so close perfektion

Tired eyes, no ties, turn on the light
I want to see what gets you hot,
tonight. And she said

Let me take you to a place I know
Right beside the dirty little picture
show. Love me if you like, but I'm not
what you need. And nothing comes
for free. Isn't it cheap

Isn't it cheap when I'm down on my
knees. Talking sweet just to meet
your demands. See your delight as
your stealing my night
Just to play it straight into my hands

Let me take you to a place I know
Right beside the dirty little picture
show. Love me if you like, but I'm not
what you need. And nothing comes free. Isn't it cheap


Thanks to Miss Chock for these lyrics