Mirror tiles, a mirrored ceiling
She preens, adjusts her hair
She pouts, a wink
The perfume stinks
It's lovely, like fresh air
Saints are queuing at the door
Their halos on a chain
They're always after more and more
The whore of Babylon: she turns nobody away
Nobody away
They pay, they play, the [?] fly
It's never straight
It's on the floor, it's in the kitchen
No one's ever bored
Because the whore of Babylon knows
How to make a man feel like a man
Can you?

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