My Bourgeoisie Girl

Come and see my bourgeoisie girl
Never stepped into the real world

She's got all the channels
She's still suicidal
One night with me a life time of therapy
Should I wear her furs?
Or pinch her purse?
I'd rather be banged up for the weekend
Than hang out with her friends

She cut me
She cut me
She cut me
She cut me
She cut me
She cut me
She cut me
She cut me

Come and see my bourgeoisie girl
Never stepped into the real world

She wants to runaway with me
Make the future history
What a love song we could be
And you all laugh
But it's not funny
I trust my girl
When she cuts me

As much as I love it
I hate all the bull shit
Yeah she's married
But not in a relationship
And her brothers moustache
Just gave me whiplash
So as he skins up a Bifta
I Step up and whisper
I just Fucked Your Sister

She cut me
She cut me
She cut me
She cut me
She cut me
She cut me
She cut me
She cut me
Now I need my bourgeoisie girl
Different eyes into a new world
Not ruled by what's on TV
Getting caught and getting free
I see you and you see three
You all laugh
But it's not funny
I trust my girl
When she cuts me
When she cuts me
When she cuts me