And I noticed her short skirt repertoire
Every night down at the local bar
She flew in from the north east
Escaping a small town hell
And her language was a beast
Swearing enough to fill a well
And she's eyeing her mixed drink up and down
She can't get rid of her frown
Dirty virgin, lonely sailor
I killed the captain but miss my savior
Well I sit down next to her for last call
Order us a round as we continue to stare at the wall
With the drinks almost drunk she leans over to me
She says "I see death and I think I hate living"
Well say it again for me I say cuz you read my mind
She lets out a laugh and then starts on swearing
F*ck you, f*ck me, f*ck living, and f*ck your death
I go to a bar to get f*cked but instead I just get more misery
Dirty virgin, lonely sailor
I killed the captain but miss my savior
Shame on me