Tamar-kali - Boot Lyrics

Her hair is short
Her legs are brown
Her lips are full
Her head hangs down

Her eyes are blue
Her ass is round
Her breasts are sweet
And she wears a frown

She is sweet tasting fruit whose juice is bitter tears
She is love's worn out boot, tattered and torn, you wear

Twist a Virgin 'round your dirty little finger
Love is gone, but the memory lingers
Twist a Virgin 'round your dirty little finger
Love is gone, but the memory lingers

Her hair is short
Her legs are brown
Her lips are full
Her head hangs down

Her eyes are blue
Her ass is round
Her breasts are sweet
She wears a frown

She is sweet-tasting fruit whose juice is bitter tears
She is love's worn out boot, tattered and torn, you wear

Twist a Virgin 'round your dirty little finger
Love is gone, but the memory lingers
Twist a Virgin 'round your dirty little finger
Love is gone, but the memory lingers

Twist a Virgin 'round your dirty little finger
Love is gone, but the memory lingers
Kill a Virgin with your bloody little finger
Ate her innocence and virtue for dinner, oh, oh
Oooh
Hey, oh, oh
Ooh, ooh, oooh

[Thanks to sade.alyse for adding these lyrics]