Lyrics
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 oughta, maybe not have anymore
A country home, even if we really tried
Wouldn't cease to surprise now
And I bet your dad would like to give us all a slap
When are your parents back? D'you 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 oughta, maybe not have anymore
Cigarette smoker, I'm sorry, but we're all unsure
How much you've had, but
We think that you oughta, maybe not have anymore
Cigarette smoker, cigarette smoke doesn't hide
As well as you think
And you'd think that it oughta act as the perfect disguise
