I’ve never found a finer designer shirt
You can
Torch it
Tear it
Trade it
It’s yours baby, it’s designer
but not so suited on a welsh miner
but not so suited on a welsh miner
There’s no honor amongst thieves
this is a theory I don’t believe
this is a theory I don’t believe
I’ve never found such finer china
You can
Bust it
Break it
Bin it
It’s yours baby, it’s the finest china
Not so suited for an American diner
In a land desperate to achieve
But famously known to deceive
I’ve Never found a finer eye liner
You can
Smear it
Smudge it
Sell it
It’s yours baby, it’s the finest eye liner
Not so suited on a minor
Not at that age to conceive
Or suffer still birth and grieve
Take it,
It’s all yours baby.