Chasing Skirts In Port Royal (The Big Smoke Out) Lyrics

"there's been a murder!" love laced, she said
as she bats her eyes at me again.
she's got a classic sense, a glassy feel;
a real whore with style.
we all know she's a flirt,
"be careful boy, you might get hurt."
her skirt floats like a ghost,
it's wrapped up all around my bed post.

she plays pretty,
arch your back and smile...
i know you moan but it' just for him.

so, what's a first kiss but slow sex
with low expectations?
he's got the motivation,
he's got a murder weapon.
she's got a heart shaped like a gun
but I've got eyes like poison darts.

yeah, she's exotic but i've been there before.
this love is toxic but she's a catch, for sure.
yeah, if this is perfect then i've been here before, you know?
her tongue's a toxic touch
but her kiss is such an inviting lure.

...but i've been thinking
because i found these black and white photos.
i think that they make up your face
so i'll let you hang by your halo.