"...baby, keep the tip!"

I grabbed her left breast, and I'm pretty sure I tore it
I said "go down", but she didn't have the stomach for it
Buck teeth fell out, and her tongue fell out to boot,
But all in all, she was a rotten kind'a cute.
While I was tense, it was plain to see
A sort of rigor mortis was comin' over me
I didn't want to see it, but I just had to believe it
I had a stiffy for the stiff in front'a me.

Morally, I'm destitute
In the Tomb of Ill repute
She's a rotten kind'a cute
For a Zombie Prostitute.