Look at her laughing
If you'll be my flotsam
They said, "You were hot stuff
But baby's on fire
Oh the plot is so bewitching
And all the laughing boys are bitching
And pockets all that he's collected
Her temperature's rising
Makin' their fortunes
I could be half the man I used to
Photographers snip snap
Waiting for photos
Do your best to change the subject
Is necessary for her learning
And when the clients are evicted
Rescuers row, row
He empties the ashtrays
Juanita and Juan
Take your time, she's only burning
Selling second-hand tobaccos
Blow the wind blow, blow
Like a heifer to the slaughter
Baby's on fire
Lend some assistance to the object
Very clever with maracas
Juan dances at Chico's
And all the instruments agree that
And that's what baby's been reduced to"
This kind of experience
