Lyrics

Do you like it? Hell yer. Turn it up now.
He keeps his dirty little secrets confined to the streets of Soho behind these concrete walls. A sultry voice of a bleached blond angle in sky high heels calls his name and he falls into the red light district, Euro trash you get your twenty dollar romance and watch her dance around a brass pole in silver hot pants, you'd be lying to yourself if you said you didn't want to have a go. Watch your sins drip from chalices of Champaign kissed by Day-Glo lipstick.