I'm on your street, they all cry to me I'm gonna tangle my face hair, it's gonna tickle your daughter Three o'clock and the moaning, they all cry to me, I'll be prancin' around in my high heels, and your cherry red lipstick, Look out your window I'm on

So, so, so it goes Right into place Lipstick on your face You know I'm not a bad girl, but I Do bad things with you Come here, dressed in black now Scratches down your back now But, honestly, baby, who's counting?