You like to have your drink You'd like to think she is pink But she pulls the rank of a nurse And that can be a curse But it could really be far worse And when you've had your fix And back to your usual tricks She pulls the rank of a child Her eyes get really wild And you'll be justifiably reviled She drags you away from your home for the misfits She always needs to know where you are She turns you on and off like a flip switch And I don't think you will like it when she Has everything that she loves She only needs a pair of gloves And she pulls the rank of a bitch The rank of a child The rank of a nurse But you could have it worse, you know