The Pimps Are Simpering

Oh, antiquated girl
I know that you've been governed
By the clink of a shoe

Oh, antiquated girl
I got to introduce you, girl
Into the new scene

I had Fernando the Man consult the cards
And if it's propheted
I'll take you as mine, girl

Oh, antiquated girl
Your friends are truly boring
And your family's a curse

Oh, antiquated girl
They've got no relevance
Can't think of what could be worse

I asked Madam Hough to consult the stars
And if we're not doomed
I'll take you as mine, girl

Oh, antiquated girl

Well you told me on Monday
That you don't do that stuff
That's just how you were raised
And you've had enough

You told me on Monday
That you'd rather die
And I must get a thrill
From making you cry

But oh, antiquated girl
I'm only trying to help you
See the things you have missed

Oh, antiquated girl
You act as if I'm trying
To make you slit your wrists

Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh
I had my talented friend consult the oracle
And if the gods approve
I'll take you as mine, girl

Oh, antiquated girl

Told me on Monday
That you don't do that stuff
That's just how you were raised
And you've had enough

You told me on Monday
That you'd rather die
And I must get a thrill
From making you cry

But oh, antiquated girl