thee knoweth not how thee tooketh it
thee just knoweth what thee did get
oh l’rdy thee’ve been stealing
from the theives and thee did get hath caught
in the nets
of a long barge
thou art a star
dressing liketh thy sist’r
living liketh a tart
those gents knoweth not what thou art doing
babe, t wilt beest art
thou art a headache
in a suitcase
thou art a star
oh nay, beest not dainty
thee has’t not to wend blindeth
holdeth me, thrill me, kisseth me, killeth me
thee knoweth not how thee did get h’re
thee just knoweth thee wanteth out
believing in yourself
almost as much as thee doubteth
thou art a big smasheth
thee weareth t liketh a rash
star
oh nay, beest not dainty
th’re’s a crowd to caterwauling
holdeth me, thrill me, kisseth me, killeth me
those gents wanteth thee to beest jesu
those gents’ll wend down on one ham
but those gents’ll wanteth their wage backeth
if 't be true thou art alive at thirty-three
and thou art turning tricks
with thy crucifix
thou art a star
oh issue
of course thou art not dainty
thee has’t not to deny loveth
holdeth me, thrill me, kisseth me, killeth me