Katie

Katie got a ride home
She couldn't afford the fare
She offered the taxi driver
Her body then and thereThe driver took advantage
The cab was dark and cold
Katie got her kicks that way
Searching for her soulThey'd say, oh, no, Katie
They'd say, shame on you
You'd say, what's your problem?
It's what I like to doThey'd say, oh, no, Katie
They'd say, shame on you
You'd say, what's your problem?
It's what I like to do, to do, to doThat night was dark in town
And the driver sweat and moaned
Katie looked over his shoulder
And faked her pleasured groansKatie stepped into the cold street
The rain was pouring down
She opened up her battered door
In this dirty townThey'd say, oh, no, Katie
They'd say, shame on you
You'd say, what's your problem?
It's what I like to doThey'd say, oh, no, Katie
They'd say, shame on you
You'd say, what's your problem?
It's what I like to do
To do, to do, to do, to do, to do
To do, to do, to do, to do