Pure Sin
I can barely see your sneakersYou say I got to keep my head downYou're painting my portraitIn a red velvet gown
How do you see meAs demure and discreet?But do you know what I'll doDo you know what I'll doWhen I go out in the street?
Pure sin, pure sinThe kind you won't mindThe kind there could be trouble in
I can barely see your sneakersYou know they look pretty roughWell, I bet when you get loadedYou can get pretty tough
You pass me the caviarSay "Hey, do you want something to eat?"Well, do you know what I'll doDo you know what I'll doWhen I go out in the street?
Pure sin, pure sinThe kind you won't mindThe kind there could be trouble in
Pure sin, pure sinThe kind you won't mindBut I'll tell you there's gonna be some trouble in it
I can barely see your sneakersYou're dripping paint all over the placeWhy not get right to the pointAnd splash it right on my face?
How do you see me?As silly and sweet?But do you know what I'll doDo you know what I'll doWhen I go out on the street?
Pure sin, pure sinThe kind you won't mindBut the kind there could be trouble in
Pure sin, pure sinThe kind you won't mindBut I'll tell you there's gonna be some trouble in
Pure sin, pure sinPure sin, pure sinPure sin