Kiss all your fingers… what’s that for?
You’ll never get to heaven with your shirt all tore. Cut through your finger and cut you loose.
Lost a lot a blood.
Lost a lot a cool cool cool.
Now it ain’t such a thrill.
It ain’t such a thrill.
Now it ain’t such a thrill.
It get’s a little dirty like the guts of a hack and you’ll never get it back, you never get the damn thing back.
Looked a picture.
Took up half a roll, the way you went and took off half your clothes… and now it ain’t such a thrill.
It ain’t such a thrill. It started at the back of the Shell and now it ain’t such a thrill.
Running to catch up, the last city bus, wearing out your yellow hulla dress.
Lipstick a mess.
Your ch-cherry best.
Kissing on the window just to check on the red.
You know, it ain’t such a thrill.
It ain’t such a thrill.
It started at the back of the Shell.
Now it ain’t such a thrill.
It ain’t such a thrill. It ain’t such a thrill.
It ain’t such thrill.
It ain’t such a thrill.