The Hidden Cameras - Shame

Shame, shame, shame, shame

Lift my legs, lift my legs
lift my legs, lift my legs, lift my legs and drop the complaints
of your life and your wife
of your life, of your wife, of your life, just drop the wife

and pick up men, pick up men
pick up men, pick up men, pick up men, and invite them into
your car or into a bar
in a car, in a bar, in a car, it's all about the bars

And you give me a new name, it's all about the name
like Roger or Lincoln or Teddy, how 'bout Elaine?
I've got a woman's thighs and a woman's mind
woman's thighs, woman's mind, woman's thighs, neither are nice

'Cause you like me to tie you to ice
Woman's mind?

Shame, shame, shame, shame

Move your lips, move your hips
move your hips, move your lips, move your hips, it's the loneliness
that's camera shy, and tries to hide
crooked teeth, crooked feet, crooked teeth how 'bout the cock?

Move aside bras and tights
put on lice, put on lice, put on lice, scurvy and lice
and polio, polio
polio, polio, polio, how 'bout AIDS?
I cover your eyes, you fantasize
I'm your wife, I'm your wife, I'm your wife, how 'bout a fight?

'Cause you like me to tie you to ice
The man's right

Shame, shame, shame, shame

'Cause you like me to tie you to ice
you to ice
'Cause you like me to tie you to ice
you to ice
'Cause you like me to tie you to ice
you to ice

Shame, shame, shame, shame