Likes to watch me in the glass room, bathroom,
Slipping on my red dress, putting on my makeup,
Glass room, perfume, cognac, lilac,
Fumes, says it feels like heaven to him.
And he shows me, he knows me,
Every Inch of my tar black soul.
He doesn't mind I have a flat, broke-down life,
In fact he says he thinks
It's why he might like about me, admires me,
The way I roll like rolling stone.