the wolves wear the woolnof the sheep the have foolednand preach their code of conduct:nYou've gotta push that, push that productnwe'll live in fear, for coats they may sheernthe fleecing of a fleeting flocknyou may have my wool, you may have my locksnbut my voice you have notnmy voice you have notnnWe're sitting ducks, with feathers pluckednand labeled cheap and easy for a thrillnnyou hide those fangs so cleverly my dear, behind the lips you lickno' how you wish for just one taste of menyou sing your songs so prettily my dear, from out the lips you licknThey're on you like a rashnbut I won't be led astraynnHey boy, you best look out n(*Ooh, we'll have you.)nPay mind to those greedy people climbersn(*They say licking their lips at you)nThey'll crush and they'll claw their way to the topnYour legs are just ladders to themnYour head's just another step mannOn you like a rashnOn you like a rashnnWe're sitting ducks, with feathers pluckednand labeled cheap and easy for a thrillnYou may have my woolnyou may have my locksnbut my voice you have notnnyou hide those fangs so cleverly my dear, behind the lips you lickno' how you wish for just one taste of menyou sing your songs so prettily my dear, from out the lips you licknThey're on you like a rashnbut I won't be led astray