Everyone knows that your girlfriends a whorenCause she spreads her fucking legs right open for ever motherfuckernIn town and says she's yoursnnNow she's loaded againnAnd we all now just how it endsnnTurn away you can tellnShe thinks of me when you fuck hernnWhen did I imply it? When I said it, when I said it, yeahnSometimes I like to sit and thinknJust why you put up with her shit and I wondernWhynnTurn away you can tellnShe thinks of me when you fuck hernnTurn away you can tellnShe thinks of me when you fuck hernnPat-a-cake, pat-a-cake, you'll never lastnMaybe it's because you've got a big fat assnMotherfuckernnSo look away, cause I told you I was better than younAnd it's true, it's a shame that you never learnt to think things throughnSo can you take it, you can't change it, rearrange itnAs the picture fades, with no fairy tale ending.nnOh, oh, oh, oh! Is it in yet? (laughter)