Žodžiai dainai: The Hidden Cameras. Shame.

Shame, shame, shame, shame

Lift my legs, lift my legs
Lift my legs, lift my legs
Lift my legs and drop the complaints

Of your life and your wife
Of your life, of your wife
Of your life, just drop the wife

And pick up men, pick up men
Pick up men, pick up men
Pick up men and invite them into your car

Or into a bar, in a car
In a bar, in a car
It's all about the bars

And you give me a new name
It's all about the name
Like Roger or Lincoln or Teddy
How 'bout Elaine?

I've got a woman's thighs
And a woman's mind
Woman's thighs, woman's mind
Woman's thighs, neither are nice

'Cause you like me to tie you to ice
Woman's mind

Shame, shame, shame, shame

Move your lips, move your hips
Move your hips, move your lips
Move your hips, it's the loneliness

That's camera shy and tries to hide
Crooked teeth, crooked feet
Crooked teeth, how 'bout the cock?

Move aside, bras and tights
Put on lice, put on lice
Put on lice, scurvy and lice

Polio, polio, polio, polio
Polio, how 'bout AIDS?

I cover your eyes, you fantasize
I'm your wife, I'm your life
I'm your wife, how 'bout a fight?

'Cause you like me to tie you to ice
The man's right

Shame, shame, shame, shame

'Cause you like me to tie you to ice, you to ice
'Cause you like me to tie you to ice, you to ice
'Cause you like me to tie you to ice, you to ice

Shame, shame, shame, shame