One More Good Night With the Boys

Put down your playthings and nursery rhymes And take up the place with the boys who turn to men before their time But they're babies All mothers cry when they realise there's nothing more they can do for you All they say is, "How time flies" and they pray For a girl who'll be kind and who'll treat you right When everything crumbles before you While all you feel inside is desperate to prove there's more for you You twist the knife Who try to tell you they won't sell you Won't sell you, won't sell you You twist the knife Who try to tell you they won't sell you Won't sell you, won't sell you Falling, falling down Falling, falling Under the skin of a Jaguar She's purring and probably waiting Like a trip to Shangri-La for the day On the checkout she smiles as she passes time Pretending for hours and hours Anything in trousers gets her away But a girl of this kind doesn't qualify She promises then doesn't want to Eyes shouting suicide while yelling what can I do for you You twist the knife Who try to tell you they won't sell you Won't sell you, won't sell you Now the girl on the line is your alibi The villain is stumbling towards you My how you've learned to lie to keep everything that controls you You twist the knife Who try to tell you they won't sell you Won't sell you, won't sell you You twist the knife Who try to tell you they won't sell you Won't sell you, won't sell you