Mercy -

Where do you think she’s going, boy?

That’s correct sir, under your skin

Old lovers, she’s forgetting their names now

Her name is Mercy, and you’re out on a limb

She picks your letter up, spits it out again

Drops it into the paper shredder

She’s seventeen, and she’s tasted your blood, boy

Already she’s feeling, feeling so much better

Rich man wants to be young again

Young man, well he wants… to be rich

You want Mercy 'cos she takes you to church

You want Mercy 'cos she scratches your itch

Rich man wants to be young again

Young man, well he wants… to be rich

You want Mercy 'cos she takes you to church

You want Mercy 'cos she scratches your itch

Where do you think she’s going, boy?

Where do you think she’s going, boy?

Where do you think she’s going, boy?