| Wanna tell you a story | |
| About this girl I knew | |
| I became mesmerized | |
| And got my head screwed | |
| She's been playing with my mind | |
| And she knows it far too well | |
| She's my obsession | |
| I'm a slave under her spell | |
| 'Cos what she wants she will always get | |
| Her looks might fool you | |
| But innocent she is not | |
| When she struts around | |
| Heads spin on the spot | |
| She might play the violin | |
| In that black latex dress | |
| But she will never blow my horn | |
| Or become my mistress | |
| 'Cos what she wants she will always get | |
| She knows the game and she can play it well | |
| How to make a man's life into a living hell | |
| In the distance, she looks so damn fine | |
| But I know she won't ever be mine | |
| What there's inside | |
| I don't want to know | |
| I'd rather keep my dream 'cos | |
| She might be a scarecrow | |
| She knows how to fake herself | |
| Into every man's dream | |
| But reality becomes a nightmare | |
| For the latex queen | |
| 'Cos what she wants she will always get | |
| But what she got left her goods to rot |