Katie
Kelly Jones
Katie got a ride home
She couldn't afford the fare
She offered the taxi driver
Her body then and there
The driver took advantage
The cab was dark and cold
Katie got her kicks that way
Searching for her soul
They'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!"
The night was dark in town
And the driver sweat and moaned
Katie looked over his shoulder
And faked her pleasure groans
Katie stepped into the cold street
The rain was pouring down
She opened up her battered door
In this dirty town
They'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!"