Lord I need a warm bednAway from all these train wrecksnPretty eyes all drilling for the killnAnother big sensationnExhausting my afflictionnPatterns forming here beyond my willnnOh I know it aint gonna last past the weekendnSo don't get your hands caught in the tillnYou need good eyesight to see through thosenAnd you can't see the creases for the end of your nosenOh four eyes all of my money's on you.nnNow would be a good timenTo come clean 'bout the waistlinenSwing your hips and floor him like a thiefnWhen they need replacing nWill he still do all the chasingnTear your stockings off with his false teethnnOh I know it aint gonna last past the weekendnSo don't get your hands caught in the tillnYou need good eyesight to see through thosenAnd you can't see the creases for the end of your nose nOh four eyes all of my money's on you