Full Time Body

Jack Ponti, Kelly Keeling, Lance Bulen

You're writing long letters to the folks back home
Ya tell 'em all's fine in the combat zone, but you lie
You say that you're the star of the acting class
But you fail to explain that you're part-time trash at nite

Now you make your living pumping fast to nowhere
Get it while you're fooling, only heaven knows

Full time body, something naughty
Get on your rocking horse and ride
Lawdy, lawdy, yer full time body
Is what it takes to keep alive

When you paint your face you don't feel like yourself
You're a broken-down doll that belongs on a shelf, and you cry
But you can't run away from the truth that you are
Cosmetics can't hide all your brand new scars, such a crime

So you fake your living, pumping ass to nowhere
Who ya think you're fooling, powder up your nose, mother

Slip it out, boys

(Full time body, full time body)
You're a full time body, yeah

A real good living's kinda hard to find
Full time body, baby
Shake that booty, oh, lordy, lordy

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