Sat at the side of the pool at one of your houses, with wet white trousers on
And worlds collide as the evening continues the dignity fucks off
Her brother's gone off to the strippers, to make up for all the lost time
She could have been one of the bitches, but she's actually alright
Cigarette smoker, I'm sorry but we're all unsure
How much you've had but we
Think that you ought to maybe not have any more
The country home even if we really tried wouldn't cease to surprise us now
And I bet your Dad would like to give us all a slap
when are your parents back d'ya know?
Well I never came from no ghetto, but it wasn't nowhere near here
Well spoken girls in stilettos, aren't something to fear
Cigarette smoker, I'm sorry but we're all unsure
How much you've had but we
Think that you ought to maybe not have any more
Cigarette smoker, I'm sorry but we're all unsure
How much you've had but we
Think that you ought to maybe not have any more
Cigarette smoker, cigarette smoke doesn't hide
As well as you'd think and you'd
Think that it ought to act like the perfect disguise