text: Sat at the side of the pool at one of your houses
  With wet white trousers on
  And worlds collide as the evening continues
  The dignity fucks off
  Her brothers gone off to the strippers
  To make up for all the lost time
  She could have been one of the bitches
  But shes actually alright
  Cigarette smoker
  Im sorry, but were all unsure how much youve had
  But we think that you ought to
  Maybe not have any more
  A country home, even if we really tried
  Wouldnt cease to surprise us now
  And I bet your dad would like to give us all a slap
  When are your parents back? Dyou know?
  Well, I never came from no ghetto
  But it wasnt nowhere near here
  Well-spoken girls in stilettos
  Arent something to fear
  Cigarette smoker
  Im sorry, but were all unsure how much youve had
  But we think that you ought to
  Maybe not have any more
  Cigarette smoker
  Im sorry, but were all unsure how much youve had
  But we think that you ought to
  Maybe not have any more
  Cigarette smoker
  Cigarette smoke doesnt hide as well as you think
  And youd think that it ought to
  Act as the perfect disguise