Cold Chisel - Suicide Sal lyrics

Suicide Sal was a hellava gal and not bad for a fella Six feet two, her hair bright blue and no one had the heart to tell her That she showed no taste with the makeup on her face jokin' cause [?] Six feet two, army boots, silicone tits and balls to boot. Sally was a drag, you had to be afraid Could've been up for a [?] Only 22, and nothing you can do A man trapped in a blue rinse cage Well her big mistake was Trying to break some Fun down in the corner We had the waitress on the table She was keen and able For a private show we corner Just a pretty little thing with a waist so thin Her knickers down around her knees When up runs Sal with a drink in her hand Chucked it all over our pretty little dream Sally was a drag, you had to be afraid Could've been up for a [?] Only 22, and nothing you can do A man trapped in a blue rinse cage Suicide Sal was a hellava gal And not bad for a fella Six feet two Her hair bright blue And no one had the heart to tell her That she showed no taste With the makeup on her face Jokin' cause [?] Six feet two Army boots Silicone tits and balls to boot Sally was a drag, you had to be afraid Could've been up for a [?] Only 22, and nothing you can do A man trapped in a blue rinse cage He's trapped in a blue rinse cage He's trapped in a blue rinse cage He's trapped in a blue rinse cage He's trapped in a blue rinse cage He's trapped in a blue rinse cage He's trapped in a blue rinse cage He's trapped in a blue rinse cage Well he's trapped!