England's Glory - Predictably Blonde

It's hard to get on
When you don't believe in love any more
All the suffering has gone
And things are the way they were before

These times are too rough for you
You can't do the things the film stars do
You shine as clear as any moon
Yes you do, oh, yes you do

I remember talking to you all night long
Telling you how my wife doesn't understand me
I remember talking to you all night long
Telling you how my wife just does not understand me now

High heeled shoes and long blonde hair
Fishnet stockings and underwear
That's what makes him really go wild
He goes so wild

You tortured my soul
With the charms you displayed
You drive me within inches of crying
This is your serenade

You're so young but so very bold
The way your skirt rides up and your legs unfold
How many other secrets do you hold in your heart?
In the bottom of your heart?

I'd like to wet your lips little sister
I know I shouldn't but it's so very hard to resist her
I'd like to wet your lips little sister
I know I shouldn't but it's so, so hard to resist her

C'mon little angel
Take a little ride
C'mon little angel
Don't go run and hide
'Cause you know that it's true
I love you
I love you
If it makes you feel alright
Then I'll tell you that I love you

I don't need to wrap you in polythene
Or put you in any kind of riding machine
All I want is a little 69
All of the time