My Bourgeoisie Girl

Come and see my bourgeoisie girl Never stepped into the real world She's got all the channels She's still suicidal One night with me a life time of therapy Should I wear her furs? Or pinch her purse? I'd rather be banged up for the weekend Than hang out with her friends She cut me She cut me She cut me She cut me She cut me She cut me She cut me She cut me Come and see my bourgeoisie girl Never stepped into the real world She wants to runaway with me Make the future history What a love song we could be And you all laugh But it's not funny I trust my girl When she cuts me As much as I love it I hate all the bull shit Yeah she's married But not in a relationship And her brothers moustache Just gave me whiplash So as he skins up a Bifta I Step up and whisper I just Fucked Your Sister She cut me She cut me She cut me She cut me She cut me She cut me She cut me She cut me Now I need my bourgeoisie girl Different eyes into a new world Not ruled by what's on TV Getting caught and getting free I see you and you see three You all laugh But it's not funny I trust my girl When she cuts me When she cuts me When she cuts me