He'll take you by the waist, tell you all he's faced Could you trust him? You'll never know him Gawdy ballerinas for highclass punks They'll chase you down He'll pawn you off to me Did you trust him? You shouldn't trust me I'm a perverted punk, not out to give highclass fucks You'll call for them You'll face all I face You'll fight all I fight We'll be tied by waist all throughout the night We'll fight them off, face to face