Faces

My mum she likes youShe thinks you're swellGot the
makings of a dance hall girlYour low cut frock and
your bird's nest hairStiletto heels and the way that
you swearShe said to take you back to see my folks
again on SundayWhy, it looks as though there's nobody
inThey've all gone out to see my Auntie ReneeDon't
you worry, you just come right inI'm sure we'll pass
the time til' they come homeWell,
let me take your coat, kick off your shoesWarm your
toes, try the sofaIt's getting dark,
we'll miss the late night bus,
it's only eight?Well, I'm not takin' any chancesWhat's
that noise, why'd they come back so soon?
Straighten your dress you're really looking a messI'll
wet my socks, pretend we just got caught in the rainOh, you're so rude