She is sitting on the red, red leather chair A young slim body wearing dirty underwear People stare, people want her to dance People want to stab nails in her flesh She is raising star of the night shift For hardworking class a soul relief The object of people pervert dreams The forbidden fruit on society tree When show is over and the life comes to the end (Queen of the Undergound) Are there any of her fans to put flowers on her grave (Queen of the Undergound) She can be whatever you want Shy girl, lady mistress dirty slut She will do whatever you ask Just put some money between her breast