Punky young girl you're a piece of work
Designed to make a body hurt
Punky young girl, well what do you know

Got ourselves a new Bardot

Punky young girl needs a middle aged man

Whose midlife crisis you began
Punky young girl, such a work of art
Licensing each body part


Ooh, don't wanna go yet
Lift up your skirt, let me lick the alphabet


Punky young girl needs a Terence Stamp
Perfect at swinging sixties vamp

Punky young girl in it for the craic
Pack all your best times lying on your back


Oh, Punky young girl what's under there
I hope to christ it's lingerie
If it goes wrong, don't you look at me

My brain don't carry responsibility

Ooh, Punky young girl your state of mind

Men kneel down, in front of your behind
Punky young girl, in it for the craic
Our work is such an aphrodisiac


Ooh, don't want, don't wanna go yet
Lift up your skirt, lick the alphabet


We are, we are
We are what we wear

All the big names, don't have a clue



She said, she said...

She said nothing tastes as good as skinny feels

She said nothing tastes as good
She said nothing tastes as good as skinny feels
She said nothing tastes as good

She said nothing tastes as good as skinny feels
She said nothing tastes as good
She said nothing tastes as good as skinny feels

She said nothing tastes as good

She said nothing tastes as good as skinny feels

She said nothing tastes as good, as good
She said nothing, she said nothing
She said nothing tastes, nothing, no no no nothing

As good