"One, two, three, four" She unwinds with sewing thread Changing outfits, baking bread For the man to come home to She unwinds by picking roses Splitting eyebrows, breaking noses For the man when he comes home No waiting for game shows To come on in the morning Checkout clerks can smile all day Taking coupons, making change For the customers satisfaction Checkout clerks are gagged and bound Under counters till they're found Try to win it back at the horses No waiting for no shows At the racetrack in the morning Kiss me, Chris One more time Collarbones are up and bared Men and women sometimes wear Clothes to stick right out of Car phones are often quipped From their chargers late at night Only the sickest ever think to rape them No wait for testosterone At the dial tone in the morning "I liked the guitar part of this song singing"