London Lady

Little lady With Dingwall's bullshit You're so stupid Affected brainwaves Little lady What really happens? When you see mirrors You get the shivers Aaaah! Making love to The Mersey Tunnel With a sausage, have you ever been to Liverpool? Please don't talk much It burns my ears Tonight you've talked for a thousand years Plastic's real when you're real sick Plastic's real when you're real sick Plastic's real when you're real sick Plastic's real when you're real sick Plastic's real when you're real sick Plastic's real when you're real sick Plastic's real when you're real sick Plastic's real when you're real sick Tell me what you've got to look so pleased about Tell me what you've got to look so pleased about Oh London Lady Why did you lay me? Your head is crowded With the names you've hounded The lines around your Eyes they show me You realise the party's over, London Lady Party's over, London Lady Tell me what you've got to look so pleased about Tell me what you've got to look so pleased about