You stood roadside
Long legs heels far too high
Looking like some perfect star
Who's the one this act is for?
You might scare young boys to death
With your backstreet cabaret
But I read you so long ago
The book's been out to play
'Cos you got no imagination
Though you look like a real fine breaker
No imagination
A straight ride no Kama Sutra
No bills name cards
Fast love soft touch got it fast
'Cos you think you've hit a hardline hook
You don't get no second looks
When you think you're boxin' clever
You don't never knock 'em out
I see you no more no
What you're tryin' 'em out
'Cos you got no imagination
Though you look like a real fine breaker
No imagination
A straight ride on Kama Sutra
No imagination
Sterilized and medicated
No imagination
You stood roadside
Long legs and those heels
They scare young boys to death
With your backstreet cabaret
But I read you so long ago
The book's been out to play
You got no imagination
Sterilized and medicated
No imagination
Open wide and get it finished
No imagination
Though you look like a real fine breaker
No imagination
Straight ride no Kama Sutra
No imagination
Sterilized and medicated
No imagination