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Those blushing beauties might faint
Spared only by fingers of paint
Deeds done in the darkness of night
Or right under fluorescent light
Not quite an original sin
Oh, where do I begin?
You'd prowl and glower and plea
"Miss, will you model for me?"
In time when defences would ebb
They would stumble right into your web
It's easy for people like you
With gifts that are given to few
I've had to live on my wits
If not my ass and my tits
Shameless!
Some of my lovers remain nameless
I'm not like those innocent girls, buck-naked in a necklace of pearls
Blossoms broken, secrets revealed
Amazed and amused that they all unpeeled
I'm shameless
Girls, you think you're better than me
Not much, from what I can see
We've all fucked a generous jeweler
Some dress it up with a vow or two
I had Jacqueline with her well-cut slacks
Then a bashful, girlish boy named "Max"
Acted like I'd never been kissed
I said, "Oh well, if you insist"
Bankbooks that his daddy unlocked
For my time sucking both of their cocks
Shameless!
Shameless!
So keep your polaroids of your furious flames
And your convent girls with their curious names
I'm not some dark-eyed beauty in a charcoal sketch
Or your little lap-dog that wouldn't go "fetch"
We've all got a secret or two
Lies are expensive and free
What does it say about you?
That you wanted a woman like me
Shameless!
Some of my lovers were quite tame, I guess
With whips and pillows and peacock plumes
Cigarettes with the strangest fumes
All the pricks and powders that I consumed
I drank away the smallest hours and every kind of drug I could devour
But when in the throes of this passion
Did I call your name and confess up
All my lovers you were the best one
Did I sound like this when I came?
"Oh," and then again and again
Did you wonder why I was screaming?
Did you wonder why I was shaking?
Was I laughing or was I faking?
Maybe I am just faking still?
Take a drink or two, if you will
If you start to shrink, take a pill
Shameless
Maybe I'm a mess
But my soul is spotless
Run back to your prissy little wife
And your daughter 'cos you brought her this life
I'll come and go as I please
One day she'll be down on her knees
I'm fractured from laughing too loud
I'm bloodied but I'm unbowed
I've had more than I'm allowed
Worthless, priceless, proud...
Shameless
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