Letra de The Dead Girls Of London

Do you see what they are Do you hear what they say People it is sad but true They're dressed really stupid But they think they're O.K. And they got no use for you The dead girls of London Why do they act that way? Maybe it's the water, mama Maybe it's the tea Maybe it's the way they was raised Maybe it's the stuff what they read in the papers Keeps them lookin' sorta half in a daze Well the dead girls of London Why do they act that way? We're the dead girls of London We thinks we are fine We ain't hittin' on nothin' But the boutique frame of mind You see 'em dancing at the disco every night Like a bunch of little robot queens Making little noises full of fake delight But they're really just so full of beans The dead girls of London Why do they act that way? We're the dead girls of London We thinks we are fine We ain't hittin' on nothin' But the boutique frame of mind Boutique frame of mind Gee I like your pants Boutique frame of mind Gee I like your pants Boutique frame of mind Gee I like your pants