She Takes Her Clothes Off

She's got another fantasy

She lives in flat number twenty three

Picked first prize for Carnival Queen

And now she takes her clothes off

Collects the covers of her magazines

She longs to be another teenage dream

The problem is she's turning forty three

She still takes her clothes off

Got the nick name Porta Bubble Joan

They found her dead, dead as nails, at home

She said, "I'm gonna be another Marilyn

Bleach my hair and get real thin

And everybody's gonna wanna dance with me"

She loves to have her little fantasies

She longed to be the wife of Jimmy Dean

But Jimmy's head sits in Jimmy's knees

She loves to take her clothes off

Police are looking around at twenty three

They found her hangin' from her swollen feet

They saw her dance last in Woolworth street

She loved to take her clothes off

Got the nick name, Porta Bubble Joan

They found her dead, dead as nails, at home

And she said, "I'm gonna be another Marilyn

Bleach my hair and get real thin

And everybody's gonna wanna dance with me"

Everybody's gonna wanna dance with me

Everybody wants to be the Carnival Queen

Everybody's gonna wanna dance with me

Everybody wants to be the Carnival King or Queen

We all read the books

She takes her clothes off one by one

One by one

Off again