(carly simon/frank carillo) I can barely see your sneakers You say I got to keep my head down You're painting my portrait In a red velvet gown How do you see me As demure and discreet? But do you know what I'll do Do you know what I'll do When I go out on the street? Pure sin, pure sin The kind you won't mind The kind there could be trouble in I can barely see your sneakers You know they look pretty rough Well I bet when you get loaded You can get pretty tough You pass me the caviar Say "hey baby do you want something to eat? " But do you know what I'll do Do you know what I'll do When I go out on the street? Pure sin, pure sin The kind you won't mind The kind there could be trouble in I can barely see your sneakers You're dripping paint all over the place Why not get right to the point And splash it right on my face! How do you see me? As silly and sweet? But do you know what I'll do When I go out on the street. Pure sin, pure sin The kind you won't mind The kind there could be trouble in