Dusty and you are, dirty from chain Lips of your kisses are sticking like tape Woke you at sunrise, cold as a grave I'll cut you some flowers, now don't be afraid Now don't be afraid I'm looking for something, just sink in my teeth without any crying But I can't find no place or nothing, where thrills are cheap and love is divine Home by the river, tall grass and fields, pond of willow oak, well for to kneel Dusty O Dusty, decision night, don't be so pretty, all laced up in white, all laced up in white Where thrills are cheap, and love's divine