Blowing kisses like you're throwing darts You're taking numbers on your paper heart Spanish fly in your champagne glass You got the fur to match your Bowie sass You're always out to stake another claim You found your gun but you lost your aim You're always out to set a new boy trap To see which fool falls in your lap Mirrors and lines 'cause the night is young You'll turn it down when your song is sung Lipstick traces from your Virgo charm You lead them on but you mean them no harm