Pretty baby,
Pretty little baby's gonna be a star.
So unafraid as she goes on her way.
Pretty baby
Sez that maybe we deserve to cream our dreams.
She knows all her rights,
Maybe that's why she bites.
After I had seen her
I knew I had to go,
Right on in between her
And her little, sad little show.
How cheap is your luv?
How cheap is your luv?
I gotta know.
D'ya want a creampuff?
Perhaps some tuff luv?
How cheap is your luv?
Lately baby,
Lately I been hoping maybe time would erase,
What I knew from the start:
That we were gonna ride hard.
Now I'm thinking.
I'm sitting and I'm drinking like an Englishman.
Not quite as terse,
Tho my manners are worse.
Nothing you can show me
Is something I won't know.
Cos you make both my heads pound,
And we both can't,
Both can't let go.
How cheap is your luv?
How cheap is your luv?
I'll get the dough.
I'll buy a spiked glove,
Some furry handcuffs.
How cheap is your luv?
How cheap is your luv?
How cheap is your luv?
I gotta know.
You want some ruff luv?
I'll tie you tight luv.
How cheap is your luv?
C & P Copyright Chris Giunta 2011