Well, I’m easy and I’m lean, I’m just a little bit obscene
That’s what you tell me since you got your hooks in me
You may love me in good time, but I can read between your lines
You better walk your black heart away from me

I’ve got a five-foot-two disease use my blues and sympathy
You better walk your black heart away from me

You’ve got me knocking at your door
You’ve got me crawling across your floor
That’s all I’m good for since you got your hooks in me
Ain’t no angels left to pray in this paradise we made
You better walk your black heart away from me

I’ve got a five-foot-two disease use my blues and sympathy
You better walk your black heart away from me

You used to call me on the telephone just to relieve your night alone
Well, don’t mistake me for your high society
I went from London to LA, broke some hearts along the way
But your black heart won’t make a bad man out of me

Well, I'm easy and I'm lean
In these old boots and blue jeans