"Early morning, she drinks up
Knock, knock, knock on the door
It's time for the cops, pedophile
It's her they're all waiting for
They go
""Isn't she slutty, this prostitute girl?""
And they say

Chorus:
She's so slutty, she wears no bra
But she cry, cry, cries because she looks like a tart,
thinking
If there's no one cuming in my ass
Then where do those beers go at night

Lost in an image, in a dream
But there's a bloody ear-piercing scream
And the world is spinning, and she keeps on winning
But tell me what happens when it stops?
They go
""Isn't she lovely, this prostitute girl?""
And they say

Chorus:
She's so slutty, she wears no bra
But she cry, cry, cries because she looks like a tart,
thinking
If there's no one cuming in my ass
Then where do those beers go at night

""Tightest ass, and she is so slutty!""
""I'm Bill Clinton for Cock News standing outside the
door waiting for Slutty""
""Oh my god here she comes!""

Isn't she slutty, this prostitute girl?
She is so slutty, but why does she cry?
If there's no one cuming in my ass
Then where do those beers go at night

Chorus:
She's so slutty, she wears no bra
But she cry, cry, cries because she looks like a tart,
thinking
If there's no one cuming in my ass
Then where do those beers go at night
"