I've seen a lot of women who haven't had much luck I've seen you looking like you've been run down by a truck That ain't nice to say sometimes I guess I'm really hard But I'm gonna put buckshots in your pants if you step into my yard When I watch the police come by and move you on Well I sometimes wonder what's beneath the mess you've become Well you may have been a pioneer in the trade of women's wear But all you got was a mop up job washing other people's stairs I'm gonna tell the world, you're a dirty little girl Someone grab that bitch by the ears Rub her down scrub her back And turn her inside out `Cause I bet she hasn't had a bath in years Here's my own belief about all the dirty girls That you have to clean the oyster to find the pearl And like rags that belong to you I belong to myself So don't show up around here till your social worker's helped