My Discarded Men

I'd like to tell a little story,

Thats been told time and time again,

About the foolish men who chased me,

My discarded men.

They used to tell me they loved me,

But I knew better than them.

I'd find them looking around the corner,

My discarded men.

Piercing eyes with a vension.

Tell them to count to ten.

They'd bribe me with their diamonds,

My discarded men.

Telephone calls in the evening,

They'd drive me round the bend.

Cavayar champagne and roses

From my discarded men.

Chased me after a fashion.

But I could never pretend,

No substitute for passion.

My discarded men.

You think you can thrill me?

Hahaha

You can think again!

Watch out! Or you might become

One of my discarded men.

I'd like to dress up in sequins

And treat myself now and then.

Perhaps I'll give a little favor.

To one of my discarded men.

Hahaha

You think you can win me

And be my special friend?

Just take a tip from the others

Grrrrrrr

My discarded men.

My discarded men.