Lyrics

Close your legs, open your mind Leave those compliments well behind Dig a little deeper into yourself And you may find Come over here, just sit right down Needn't comb your hair, needn't pout or frown I hear you've turned our young men Into dribbling clowns 36D, so what, D, so what Is that all that you've got? 36D, so what, D, so what Is that all that you've got? Make their day and go ahead Remove your clothes lie on their bed Just a last gasp chance or an outside bet To the easily led And before you do just what you do Here's one thought for you to chew The men who run the business that you sell They screw you too 36D, so what, D, so what Is that all that you've got? 36D, so what, D, so what Is that all that you've got? You're just another 365 night stand But you're so handy, you're so handy You cheapen and you're nasty, every woman in this land But you're so handy, you're so handy Your picture's hanging pretty on the squaddies' walls You're Steven's, Andy's, you're Ian's, you're Paul's Your body's through of fondly in the rugby mauls But you want more Your name is always mentioned in the jokes he cracks You're coaching horses and your wolf packs Your poses turn the passive into maniacs But you want more 36D, so what, D, so what Is that all that you've got 36D so what, D, so what Is that all that you've got 36D, so what, D, so what Is that all that you've got 36D, so what, D, so what Is that all that you've got 36D, so what, so what 36D, so what, so what 36D, so what, so what 36D, so what (just tryin' to save his job) 36D (just tryin' to save his job)
Writer(s): Dave Rotheray, Paul Heaton Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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