Punkyoungirl - Adam Ant

Punky young girl you’re a piece of work

Designed to make a body hurt

Punky young girl, well what do you know

Got ourselves a new Bardot

Punky young girl needs a middle aged man

Whose midlife crisis you began

Punky young girl, such a work of art

Licensing each body part

Ooh, don’t wanna go yet

Lift up your skirt, let me lick the alphabet

Punky young girl needs a Terence Stamp

Perfect at swinging sixties vamp

Punky young girl in it for the craic

Pack all your best times lying on your back

Oh, Punky young girl what’s under there

I hope to christ it’s lingerie

If it goes wrong, don’t you look at me

My brain don’t carry responsibility

Ooh, Punky young girl your state of mind

Men kneel down, in front of your behind

Punky young girl, in it for the craic

Our work is such an aphrodisiac

Ooh, don’t want, don’t wanna go yet

Lift up your skirt, lick the alphabet

We are, we are

We are what we wear

All the big names, don’t have a clue

She said, she said…

She said nothing tastes as good as skinny feels

She said nothing tastes as good

She said nothing tastes as good as skinny feels

She said nothing tastes as good

She said nothing tastes as good as skinny feels

She said nothing tastes as good

She said nothing tastes as good as skinny feels

She said nothing tastes as good

She said nothing tastes as good as skinny feels

She said nothing tastes as good, as good

She said nothing, she said nothing

She said nothing tastes, nothing, no no no nothing

As good