Desdemona just because   You're the daughter of a man   He may be rich he's in a ditch   He does not understand   Just how to move or rock and roll   To the conventions of the young   Desdemona, Desdemona,   Desdemona Desdemona,   Desdemona, Desdemona   Lift up your skirt and fly.   Just because my friend and I   Got a jute joint by the Seine   Does not mean I'm past fourteen   And cannot play the game   I'm glad I split and got a pad   On Boulevard Rue Fourteen   Desdemona, Desdemona,   Desdemona Desdemona,   Desdemona, Desdemona   Lift Up your skirt and fly.   Just because Toulouse Lautrec   Painted some chick in the rude   Doesn't give you the right   To steal my night   And leave me naked in the nude   Well just because the touch of your hand   Can turn me on just like a stick.   Desdemona, Desdemona,   Desdemona Desdemona,   Desdemona, Desdemona   Lift up your skirt and speak.