Your Dirty Mind

Got some lightning in my pocket, and a fifty dollar bill

Got your picture in a locket, keep it on my window sill

Well I don't believe in angels, cuz' they don't believe in me

And they say that I'm star-spangled, in my sick menagerie

While I've still got my vanity, my sanity is something I can't find

There ain't nothin' you can't sell me

So honey, tell me what's been on your dirty mind

I've got a saucer full of secrets, and a bucket full of stars

All the clouds are cotton candy, and the rain leaves tiny scars

So say a prayer for Sister Christian, keep a diamond in your heart

Only take what you can carry, always finish what you start