She's the wink of an eye
Talk of the town
Room full of whispers when the wives are around
And entrepreneur in the swingin’ door
Business is boomin' on the St. Clair shore
And all the lonely boys headin' out to the sea
Wave past the women flew the sweet sail
Their overalls they trade by the pound
Save a little money for a night on the town
Ooh, woah, ooh, woah

Yeah it sells no lie, no she never wears white
Knows what she got and what it’s worth for a night
Keep'em sheets clean, she likes the finer things
Turned down a fair share of wedding rings
She floats like water, got eyes like fire
Drivin' them boys all mad with desire
Best kept secret in all the town
It's a bonafide queen of the underground
Ooh, woah, ooh, woah

Well them St. Clair women been sleepin' all alone
And they know for sure oh-woah
Women make men goin
They gon' find that woman been fillin' them boys dreams
Down at the docks
They gonna kill-oh-the St. Clair queen
Well she walks the streets, under umbrella
Turns all the heads of them handsome fellas
But them boys got rings like a tethered leash
Swingin' hips plant those seeds of deceit
They knock on the door all hours of day
But she don’t mind, another way to get paid
Well it’s one twenty five or you can sleep on the ground
You could be the king of the underground
Ooh, woah, ooh, woah

And all the hearts of the wives
Have all been broke
They're headed to the shore
They’re gonna cast the first stone
And where were them boys
That loved her so
To stand by her side
When she needs them the most
And the sins of the flesh
No they weren't worth a pound
'Cause sweet Sarah's drownin’ in the St. Clair sound
Ooh, woah, ooh, woah
Ooh, woah, ooh, woah
Ooh, woah, ooh, woah