"My big sis Prudence is here tonight..." "Ya can bet she ain't had a one-night stand!" "Don't look now, sis! It's Mating Season!! So here's some fuckin' unsolicited advice!!!" Yaaaaaaaaaahhhhhh!! [Verse 1] Prude, my lovely little blade, You got the hips but you hide ‘em in suede, All zipped up like a fuckin' saint on trial— Girl, you need swamp stink and a fuckin' feral smile. Put some rot in your walk, some whiskey on your breath, Make ‘em wonder if you’re flirtin’ or deliverin’ death, You gotta slap ‘em with your scent like a damn bouquet— Rotgut, puke, and sweet decay. [Chorus] Get down, get vile, get gross with flair, Lick your lips like a cross-eyed bear! Love ain’t clean, it’s a pit trap kiss, You want a man? You better smell like piss! [Verse 2] Find one cryin’ in a public urinal— That’s the soulmate type, eternal. Make sure he’s got a twitch or a limp, Fuckin' Bonus points if he looks like a shrimp! Yaahhh!! Ain’t about charm, it’s about chaos chemistry, Like dumpin’ absinthe in afternoon tea. Let your tongue do the sins your sword won't dare, You win with spit, not saber flair. [Bridge] You gotta dance like a boil burstin’ under moonlight, Grind like a mule in heat with a parasite, And if he runs? Well good riddance, runt— He couldn’t handle your carnivore grunt!! Raaaaaaaaarrhhhhh!! [Chorus] Get down, get vile, get deep in fuckin' muck, Claw his chest like you’re field-dressin’ a buck! It ain’t romance if it smells too nice— Pour hot guts on that preacher’s advice! Ahhhhhhhhhhhh!! Aahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!!! [Bridge] Prude, big sis, don’t wait for a knight— They don’t come ‘round when the bar’s this bright. You want a man? Go dig up a fool, Love’s just lust with the right kind of drool... Yip yip yip yiaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa!! [Final Chorus] Get down, get vile, get wild like a goat, Whisper filth like a sermon from hell’s throat! True love’s found in a barroom brawl, So drink that fire, and fuck ‘em all!
