Wish I Was A Lady - Sex, No Drugs & Rock'N'Roll

Well I wish I was a lady so that I could be a whore

I wouldn’t stand on corners, I’d be sellin’ door-to-door

And if a lady answers, well I’d sell her a brush or comb

But if a man should come to the door, I’d find out if he’s alone.

Na, Na, Na, Na, Na

Well I’d do my advertising in the Sunday New York Times

And I’d include a picture, and a rhyme that would stick in your mind

And if per chance you call me and I happen not to be at home

I’d have an answering service that would service you when I can’t come.

Na, Na, Na, Na Na

There’d be mirrors on the ceiling, there’d be mirrors on the floor

And the bed would be transparent for an extra ten dollars more

And then for another twenty, well I’d cook you a five course meal

Then I’d throw in a tube of toothpaste just to give you extra sex appeal.

Na, Na, Na, Na, Na

Well I wish I was a lady so that I could be a whore

I wouldn’t stand on corners, I’d be sellin’ door-to-door.