I'm hardly virginal and pure
And I'm really not very demure
I'm not what some would describe as 'nice'
I've been round the block once or twice
So maybe you should be concerned
That you might get your fingers burnt
I'm not pious or devout
I'm the kind of girl your mother warned you about
And Mummy really wouldn't approve
But she's just a wrinkled old prude
She's forgotten what it's like to have fun
And she'd deny half the things that's she's done
But then maybe she should be concerned
That her Prince might get his fingers burnt
I'm not pious or devout
I'm the kind of girl your mother warned you about
I'll bet mummy wasn't always such a good girl
Could tell stories that would make your hair curl
Yet she'll sit in judgement over me
Well 'Screw her' if that's the way she wants to be
But you don't look very concerned
That you might get your fingers burnt
Your don't want pious or devout
You want the kind of girl your mother warned you about
I'm the kind of girl your mother warned you about
I'm the kind of girl your mother warned you about
I'm the kind of girl your mother warned you about
I'm the kind of girl your mother warned you about
I'm the kind of girl your mother warned you about
I'm the kind of girl your mother warned you about
I'm the kind of girl your mother warned you about
I'm the kind of girl your mother warned you about