Testo London Lady

Little lady
With Dingwall's bullshit
Oh you're so stupid
Fetid brainwaves.

Little lady
What really happens?
When you see mirrors You get the shivers.

Makin' love
To the Mersey tunnel
With a sausage
Have you ever been to Liverpool?

Please don't talk much
It burns my ears
Tonight you talked
For a thousand years.

Plastic's real
When you're real sick!
Tell me what you got To look so pleased about?

London lady
Why did you lay me?
Your head is crowded
With the names you've hounded.

The lines around your eyes
They show me
You realise the party's over, London lady
Party's over, London lady.