Like a shiny centerfold from some Swedish magazine
She’s a painted up, powdered up Venus of your dreams
She’ll break your heart in a second turn around to celebrate
The richness of the nightlife she’s poison shot to your veins
Sleepy-eyed priestess stepping out on the scene
smile and kiss for everyone burnin’ heart ‘n’ flesh machine
Her kinda love’s like diamonds ‘n’ teardrops ‘n’ champagne
She’ll lay the world at your feet then throw it all away
But come the cooling Sunday rain
And wash away desires, powder and paint
Saturday Satan’s turned ‘to Sunday saint
Smarter folks will surely tell you… better drink up and leave
Or in the end you’ll find yourself a-howlin’ ‘n’ grievin’
And don’t you be misled by neither of her ways
Just wait for that strange mutation when the dawn’s due to break
Then come the cooling Sunday rain
And wash away desires, powder and paint
Saturday Satan’s turned ‘to Sunday saint