Babybird – You’re Gorgeous

Remember that tanktop you bought me

You wrote you’re gorgeous on it

You took me to your rented motor car

And filmed me on the bonnet

You got me to hitch my knees up

And pull my legs apart

You took an instamatic camera

And pulled my sleeves around my heart

Because you’re gorgeous

I’d do anything for you

Because you’re gorgeous

I know you’ll get me through

You said my clothes were sexy

You tore away my shirt

You rubbed an icecube on my chest

Snapped me ’till it hurt

You said I wasn’t cheap

You paid me twenty pounds

You promised to put me in a magazine

On every table in every lounge