Rita

Rita's got a secret
She keeps it to herself
She leave your body weak and
Get filled with someone else
And now that the part is deepend
She is living on your wealth
And what she does at weekends
Is done with perfect stealth

Rita
Rita
My oh my well doesn't time fly
Yes Rita, Rita
Why so sly on the younger guy?

Rita's getting colder
To the boys she plays
And as she's getting bolder
Her husband knows she strays
And even though she's older
Her mind is in a haze
No man can ever hold her
Unless he prays and pays

Rita
Rita
My oh my well doesn't time fly
Yes Rita, Rita
Why so sly on the younger guy?



Credits
Writer(s): Brian Salter Townshend
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