With a trash can mouth and a fucked up 'tude She turned her first trick at twleve Her veins cold black from a life on smack Baby she was raised in Hell I trip 'cuz I really know her well I dig how quick you try and please me Nothing I love, more, roll on over I'll refill thee Slow and easy Slow and easy The taste of flesh uh huh Slow and easy Has it always been your wet dream You're lookin' killer on the big screen Give it to Jimmy Dean Whoa! Whoa