I would like to be All things to you If you're all things to me I'll bring to you A higher ecstasy Just as my teacher taught, oh yeah Lying in the dark In all positions Toying with the spark Is my ambition Mister Polyglot O the things you taught Us little girls
Selected to attend Beginning at the age of nine or ten For lessons on impressing older men With our seductive looks, oh yeah Wearing little frocks We sit in rows In little cotton socks With kittens on them Memorizing plots From pornographic books
How to be a flirt And catch a man And how to stop your skirt From riding down And how to bake a tart And be a cherry pie, oh yeah Walking round the block Holds many dangers We ought really not To talk to strangers Just the way you walk Could start the next world war
Swiss finishing schools Are much too fussy Office typing pools Are not for us For we are much too cool For courses of that kind, oh yeah Mummy, daddy dear Please do not quarrel What we study here Is not immoral It only appears That way to narrow minds
I would like to be All things to you If you're all things to me I'll bring to you A higher ecstasy Just as my teachers taught, oh yeah Learning how to seduce An introduction Graduating to Advanced corruption Mister Polyglot The things you taught us little girlsTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
