Harlot, you weave your stolen yarns with bitter, borrowed tongues
As it knots up, you sit and wonder, "Am I knitting this or am I just tongue-tied?"
She sees the tangled strands and understands she's wrong
But there's something, something stopping her from shutting her fucking mouth
You turned an artificial ego into housing for a heart officially condemned
But who'd blame you?
You're not the first and you're sure not the only one
But you may have missed it
And you're not some winsome misfit
Speaking up for all of womankind
She's satisfied to be a lady and a tramp
But there's something she just doesn't understand
Oh, god, the things she says!
She wants to be a lady and a tramp
But she'd never show the lady to the band
Harlot, you misinterpret every quip at every turn
It's impressive, exchanging strength for a thick shield of ignorance
But you may have missed it
And you're not some winsome misfit
Speaking up for all of womankind
She's satisfied to be a lady and a tramp
But there's something she just doesn't understand
Oh, god, the things she says!
She wants to be a lady and a tramp
But she'd never show the lady to the band
She's got her flaws
She's something else
I know it's all my fault and I should look the other way
But you're the trainwreck, baby
And I'm watching you burn!
She's satisfied to be a lady and a tramp
But there's something she just doesn't understand
Oh, god, the things she says!
She wants to be a lady and a tramp
But she'd never show the lady to the band
She'd never show the lady to the band