I used to think that you were real clean, until I saw you in a magazine. I always used to think that you were quite nice, but now I see that s** is your vice. Penthouse, Mayfair, they're your scene, p**no, p**no, p**no queen.
Your new life is so obscene, p**no, p**no, p**no Queen. Turn the pages, see your face, only dressed in see-through lace. You were the girl who belonged to me, but now you're there for all to see.