Paroles de Katie

Katie got a ride home She couldn't afford the fare She offered the taxi driver Her body then and there The driver took advantage The cab was dark and cold Katie got her kicks that way Searching for her soul They'd say: "Oh no, Katie" They'd say: "Shame on you" You'd say: "What's your problem? It's what I like to do!" The night was dark in town And the driver sweat and moaned Katie looked over his shoulder And faked her pleasure groans Katie stepped into the cold street The rain was pouring down She opened up her battered door In this dirty town They'd say: "Oh no, Katie" They'd say: "Shame on you" You'd say: "What's your problem? It's what I like to do!"