It
Your skirt was so short and your top was so tight.
I bought you a drink and we danced on the floor,
We pulled and you came back to mine for some more.
Your skirt ended up on the living room chairs,
And your top and your bra, they came off on the stairs,
And though you looked fit with your clothes on,
Man I was a fool
Cos you look like shit when you wear nothing at all.
Oh the clothes that you wore looked a million dollars,
But the body beneath, it looked just like Rick Waller
The makeup you wear is a clever disguise
To hide your moustache and the squint in your eyes.
Your cellulite
Your stomach
If I
So you look like shit when you wear nothing at all.
When we went back to mine I was up for a shag.
In the bedroom I realised you
Your pubes reach your navel and they cover your thighs,
Didn
When we met on that night, I could swear that I never
Would have guessed you
The hair on your chest
And you look like shit when you wear nothing at all.
Your teeth are all yellow, with bloody great gaps so
Your face is a picture, by Pablo Picasso.
I can see that your arse has its own gravitational pull,
And you look like shit when you wear nothing at all.
