Once I was a girl perverted.

Now I am a girl converted.

I look at lust in mere disgust,

No longer wait to copulate;

The thought of sex has ill effects

Upon my virgin mind.

 

Chorus:

I'm not sexual, I'm intellectual,

So please don't take me for a ride.

You want to fuck? You're out of luck.

You want to screw? Well good for you!

I'm prude and proud in every crowd.

You will not find a better mind,

So leave here while you can.

 

Once I was a hopeful harlot

Wearing hose of rose and scarlet.

Now I pray to God each day

And use my bed for sleep instead

Of wanton deeds that fill my needs

Beyond the mental kind.

 

Chorus