Met a girl on the street last Sunday
She was singing a song about an outlaw and his bitter tooth
She looked like she came out of a piece off Broadway
She said “I don’t have any money and I sleep in a telephone booth”
Oh yeah, after all that said and done now
Can you read my hips? Yeah
She could dance and sway like Monroe
She said “I never knew my father and my mother was a votive nun”
Then running out of time to borrow she said
“I’ve prayed all my life and now it’s time for a little fun”
Yeah, after all that said and done now
Can you read my hips?
Ste-Catherine on the weekend
And I’m feeling all low down, yeah
I got tricked by all the men on the strip now
They said “pretty soon your song will be playing on the radio
And I wish I had a dollar
For every time they were dancing while my pride was at and all-time-low”
Oh yeah, after all that said and done now
Can you read my hips? Woo!
