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!»