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