Spiked heels and porkpie hat - 
Have you on the mend 
In no time flat 
shimmy and a shake, 
pitter and pat 
Hey there sugar - 
Take a look at that! 

Don't you despair 'cause your 
Fantasy life is nowhere 
Under my care you'll be 
Back in the pink  [bad word] without a drink 

Tunnel down in soft silk and satin 
Loosen up and roll to the [bad word] of the [bad word] 
Make believe it's midnite 
In Manhattan 
10 minutes till the [bad word]  [bad word] here and don't look back - 
Meet me at the end 
Of the cul-de-sac [bad word] on! Stand up at attention 
And I'll do the same 
Hey there tiger, 
Now don't you be ashamed 

Life has a way of destroying our 
Sense of child's play 
But under my wing you'll be 
Back in the pink  [bad word] without a drink 

Tunnel down in soft silk and satin 
Let your backbone roll to the [bad word] of the [bad word] 
Make believe it's midnite 
In Manhattan 
10 minutes till the [bad word] 

Sigmund Freud himself 
Wouldn't have needed to worry 
If his hands were tied by me 
There's no neurosis that this 
Doctor can't diagnose 
I'll find the monster and 
Deliver a lethal dose 

Life has a way of destroying 
Our sense of child's play 
But under my wing you'll be 
Back in the pink  [bad word] without a drink 

(Repeat 1st [bad word]  
(Repeat 1st Verse)