Besedila: Golden Smog. Backstreet Girl.

I don't want you to be high
I don't want you to be down
Don't want to tell you no lies
Just want you to be a-round

Please come right up to my ears
You will be able to hear what I say
Don't want you out in my world
Just you be my backstreet girl

Please don't be part of my life
Please keep your-self to yourself
Please don't you bother my wife
That way you won't get no help

Don't try to ride on my horse
You're rather common and coarse anyway
Don't want you out in my world
Just you be my backstreet girl

Please don't call me at home
Please don't come come knocking at night
Please never ring on the phone
Your manners are never quite right

Please take the favors I grant
Curtsy and look nonchalant just for me
Don't want you part of my world
Just you be my backstreet girl