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...
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