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The Old Bag Wears Fur

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The Old Bag Wears Fur

I know I look a mess
High heels in a hornets nest
Cherry blossom cheeks
In the company of snakes
Lower than the kerb
Ruder than the F-word
I've sunk so low
How far will I go?

I'm leanin' on the door
Of a high class piece of heaven
Waitin' for a nod or a smile to make it even
I got no frills
But my money don't kill
N' then I see her comin'
Her limo's always runnin...

The old bag wears fur
The old bag wears fur
Just how many screams went into them seams
Just how many paws
And how many claws
The old bag wears fur!

I might be the worst
But I don't drive a hearse
Some things I won't do
And I won't bother you
There's bitches n' queens
N' plenty a' has-beens
It's tough on the floor
N' hell for the poor

The old bag wears fur
The old bag wears fur
Just how many screams went into them seams
Just how many paws
And how many claws
The old bag wears fur!

Hmmm, what a no no
She's bad news, mmmm I can smell her from here
What a price tag - death!
No high class lady, rubbish on the street
Hmmm, what a pity...
Come here little pussy, come to mama
Want a bowl a milk? Prrrrrrr
Don't go near the fur hag darlink, bad news
The old bag wears fur! Ugh!
Nasty woman! We don't like her do we...
Ugh... take it away...
Wear your own coat honey
That fur makes you look cheap
And I thought I was a joke!




© Maria Daines/Paul Killington
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(mcps) ASCAP
29.12.08

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