"Contraband" lyrics

I don't deal in contraband
I don't walk on shifting sand
'Cause you've got to be cruel to be kind
Play by the rules, don't play blind
Blind, blind

I don't read no make-believe
Cash has been my sole reprieve
'Cause you've got to move fast to go slow
Aim for the top, don't shoot low
(Low) Low
No, no, no

Cruising down the boulevard, filthy rich, I flash my car at schoolgirls ripe with promise
This wack of pure depravity, I flaunt my cheap morality presenting words as sonnets

And if I should fall in love you must reserve all your love for me

With hired hands and peeping toms, I'm kept aware of what goes on in houses of refinement
This cut-throat job, audacity, I blackmail those who's chastity is out of true alignment

And if I should fall in love you must reserve all your love for me

I don't deal in contraband
I don't walk on shifting sand
'Cause you've got to be cruel to be kind
Play by the rules, don't play blind
Blind, blind