One More Good Night With The Boys

Put down your playthings and nursery rhymes

And take up the place with the boys who turn to men before their time

But they're babies

All mothers cry when they realise there's nothing more they can do for you

All they say is, "How time flies" and they pray

For a girl who'll be kind and who'll treat you right

When everything crumbles before you

While all you feel inside is desperate to prove there's more for you

You twist the knife

Who try to tell you they won't sell you

Won't sell you, won't sell you

You twist the knife

Who try to tell you they won't sell you

Won't sell you, won't sell you

Falling, falling down

Falling, falling

Under the skin of a Jaguar

She's purring and probably waiting

Like a trip to Shangri-La for the day

On the checkout she smiles as she passes time

Pretending for hours and hours

Anything in trousers gets her away

But a girl of this kind doesn't qualify

She promises then doesn't want to

Eyes shouting suicide while yelling what can I do for you

You twist the knife

Who try to tell you they won't sell you

Won't sell you, won't sell you

Now the girl on the line is your alibi

The villain is stumbling towards you

My how you've learned to lie to keep everything that controls you

You twist the knife

Who try to tell you they won't sell you

Won't sell you, won't sell you

You twist the knife

Who try to tell you they won't sell you

Won't sell you, won't sell you