Close your legs, open your mind
Leave those compliments well behind
Dig a little deeper into yourself
Come over here just sit right down
Needn't comb your hair, needn't pout or frown
I hear you've turned our young men
Is that all that you've got?
Is that all that you've got?
Make their day and go ahead
Remove your clothes lie on their bed
Just a last gasp chance or an outside bet
And before you do just what you do
Here' one thought for you to chew
The men who run the business that you sell
Is that all that you've got?
Is that all that you've got?
You're just another 365 night stand
But you're so handy, you're so handy
You cheapen and you nasty every woman in this land
But you're so handy, you're so handy
Your picture's hanging pretty on the squaddies' walls
You're Steven's, Andy's, you're Ian's, you're Paul's
Your body's through of fondly in the rugby mauls
Is that all that you've got?
Is that all that you've got?
Is that all that you've got?
Is that all that you've got?
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