Pretty boy, towel your tears,And robe yourself in black.Pretty boy, dry your tears,You know I'm comin' back.I'm your lavish loverAnd I'm slavish in the sack.
Call me Sweet Potato,Sweet Pea, or Sweety Pie,There's sugar on my lipsAnd honey in my thighs.Jos'phine Baker bakes beans,But I stew pigtails in rye.
My bones are guitar stringsAnd blues the chords you strum.My bones are slender flutesAnd blues the bars you hum.You wanna stay my man,Serve me whisky when I come.
