Sheela-Na-Gig

(álbum: Dry - 1992)

I've been trying to show you over and over

Look at these my child-bearing hips
Look at these my ruby-red, ruby lips
Look at these my work-strong arms
You've got to see my bottleful of charm
I lay it all at your feet
You turn around and say back to me

He said
Sheela na gig, Sheela na gig
You exhibitionist!

I'm gonna wash that man right out of my hair
Just like the first time, said you didn't care
Wash that man right out of my hair
Heard it before, no more
Wash that man right out of my hair
Turn the corner, another one there
Wash that man right out of my hair
Heard it before

He said
Sheela na gig, Sheela na gig
You exhibitionist!
Put money in your idle hole

Gonna wash that man right out of my hair
Just like the first time, said you didn't care
Wash that man right out of my hair
Heard it before, no more
Take my hips to a man who cares
Turn the corner, another one there
Take my hips to a man who cares
Heard it before

He said
Sheela na gig, Sheela na gig
You exhibitionist!
Put money in your idle hole

He said
Wash your breasts, I don't want to be unclean
He said
Please take those dirty pillows away from me