Baby look at you
With your curly-qs
You know you're just
the type of girl
That a man could use
You're so naive
With your careless ways
Oh you better watch your step
Or you'll be easy prey
'Cause a girl like you
Will end up
at the bottom of the river
Sleeping with the fishes

Well, he sits in the corner
Silently staring
The only thing you can see
Is his cigarette cherry
He'll buy you a bourbon
Maybe three or four
Next thing you know
You'll be on the floor
'Cause a girl like you
Will end up
at the bottom of the river
Sleeping with the fishes