You look pretty, pretty fit
And your awful wedded wife
Look into these eyes, they see right through
Night after night after night after night, go
You can have what you want
Come on sweetheart, come on sweetheart, oh
You can have what you want
She had the best face in the place
Look into these eyes, they see right through
No, don't you tell me any lies
She had the lip gloss and the grace
Oh, heed this sound advice
There's really nothing in the script she said
This nightclubs still shit
There's really nothing in the script she said
The drinks go on and the beat's still sounding
On the crying tarts who step
No don't you tell me any lies
You dance your fucking swan song
Your monkey lots, they tumble ‘round
You dance your fucking swan song
Close off your senses and turn out the lights
Turn out the lights
So here's to your future
How will you find me a lover in time?
With your townie boys who make your brethren fight
The drinks go on and the beat's the resounding
Look into these eyes, they see right through
For a pedestrian pounding
And the beat goes on, the beat goes on
But be weary of the gypsy boy you're mounting
She had the lip gloss and the grace
There's really nothing in the script she said
She had the lip gloss and the grace
Oh, heed this sound advice
She had the best face in the place
You dance your fucking swan song
And broken hearts are all you get
The best that's what you'll get before
It's an eye for any eye 'neath the hurricane sky
You can have what you want
Well, the skits the same but the face is new, oh oh
She had the best face in the place
The walk of shame tomorrow
Come on darling, come on darling, come on sweetheart, oh
With your muscle vest clad lads who nearly fight
Oh, heed this sound advice
To a blundering oracle
Well, the skits the same but the face is new, oh oh
No don't you tell me any lies
