Some sequined angel
Comes out to adjust your knobs
You're shagging for the devil
Man, you really look lost
There's always room
On your block for another hearse
Crawl in from the green room
To the arms of your wet nurse
The talking cure
Props you up to look your best
Once on your feet
All roads lead to the medicine chest
Some sequined angel
Comes out to adjust your knobs
You're shagging for the devil
Man, you really look lost