Anarcoma

A stiletto scrapes the pavement Leaving a red streak of paint Breaks a sweat upon the sailors To them she is a saint Tattoo on the muscle That says 'In love forever IShe'll take them and she'll break them Oh come hold me till I die. Anarcoma, Anarcoma, Anarcoma There's a ladder in her nylons Where we can climb up to the stars Join a queue of Borsalinos As you bend over the bar Tattoo on her muscle says 'Beware, Behave, be mineShe'll eat them up for breakfast One at a time Anarcoma, Anarcoma, Anarcoma Well come on if you need loving