The Truth Behind All The Vogues She Sold

She's got deep dark circles 'round her eyes
And her nosy bones peek right through her clothes
Oh, but look at all those clothes she shows
To think she's only fifteen years old
Staying up late with the perverted old
It's the truth behind all the Vogues she sold
You can mess up her hair, show her small breasts
In a sheer fitted dress
For the so soon dated abbreviated ads
And for fairly forgotten Valentino fags
"Oh pout, you long-legged tart
And baby let's go out!"
Wisps of waifs("your hair looks great, your face is ace")
And fluffy stuff
Well, they get hard... with lust
When they get what they want
"Put this on, take that off, and keep it off," they say
"I wanna take a good look at you now
Now trun around and around."
They'll turn you around and around...
And they always get what they want
And when they're done you're done
They always get what they want
And when they're done you're gone
They steal youth...