Everyone knows that your girlfriends a whore
Cause she spreads her fucking legs right open for ever motherfucker
In town and says she's yours
Now she's loaded again
And we all now just how it ends
Turn away you can tell
She thinks of me when you fuck her
When did I imply it? When I said it, when I said it, yeah
Sometimes I like to sit and think
Just why you put up with her shit and I wonder
Why
Turn away you can tell
She thinks of me when you fuck her
Turn away you can tell
She thinks of me when you fuck her
Pat-a-cake, pat-a-cake, you'll never last
Maybe it's because you've got a big fat ass
Motherfucker
So look away, cause I told you I was better than you
And it's true, it's a shame that you never learnt to think things through
So can you take it, you can't change it, rearrange it
As the picture fades, with no fairy tale ending.
"Oh, oh, oh, oh! Is it in yet?" (laughter)