You're a woman but far from a lady
Yeah, you're wild one. In fact, you're a little too crazy
You got hands that are rougher than mine
That poor thing you call a face got some wrinkles that are older than time
You got some edges, baby
Rougher than a smoker's cough
You got some edges, hon
You give a Band-Aid just to rip it off
Your lips don't taste so sweet
Yeah, you're a wild one. You scared a man to death in the sheets
The smell of your perfume is more than foul and I'm putting it nicely
And when your voice falls on my ears, it's enough to make a poor dog howl
You got some edges, baby
Rougher than a smoker's cough
You got some edges, Hon
You give a Band-aid just to rip it off
You got some edges, baby
Pretty as a rock is soft
You got some edges, hon
You give a Band-Aid just to rip it off