I caught a glimpse of crimson
Which kind of made me stare
Pushed underneath your pillow
Knickers you said you’d never wear
Because they made you feel indecent
You said it’s flimsy lingerie
That only men like me like
Well, I see you now agree

All this deception’s so uncouth
This is a story I’m not buying
You say I never tell the truth
At least you know when I am lying

And so I tore off all the bed clothes
To see what else was there
At first I felt quite guilty
But then I found this hair!

All this deception’s so uncouth
This is a story I’m not buying
You say I never tell the truth
At least you know when I am lying