Goddamn, it’s summer in the city
And it simmers every time
My good lads: this woman looking pretty
And the Jack’s been clouding up my sordid mind

May God rest, since when I wake up
Think of heels through the alleys back
And when the blinds do their very best
To hold such a morning back, can I hear a

Goddamn
(Well, she’s a Harlot)
Goddamn
(She should be on her knees)
Goddamn
(She’s a Jezebel)
Goddamn, I’m down on my knees

Goddamn, keep asking my committee
To outpass this gritty mind
My good lads: this woman being tentative
Thinks attention is love and so I suffer right

May God rest, I brush teeth
And think of thighs on seats on passenger sides
And when I caress teeth on neck and
Hearts on sleeves, they do it Jezebel Style

Goddamn
(She’s a Harlot)
Goddamn
(She should be on her knees)
Goddamn
(She’s a Jezebel)
Goddamn, I love you on my knees

She’s a Harlot
She’s a Jezebel

Goddamn, no-one really knows her
And the breeze is filled with fear
My good lads: I’m blown to the edge
And edge cuts skin as I slip along here

May God rest, sheets whisper softly
Wine spills since she does me Jezebel Style