Текст песни For Unlawful Carnal Knowledge

One, two, three, another step for me to be complete,
I read the answers in a magazine. What's your fantasy? Woah.
One, two, three, we're all living like we're off TV.
Sex and the city and the guest list please for this VIP.

Oh but her dress is not right and all her legs are all cellulite,
Her belly really is a sad sight. Not on the list tonight. We all need to...

It all smells so sweet. These scars are skin deep, so...

Read all about it. These scars are skin deep so pick
Pictures of you we transmit. No depth, no feeling.
Well there's a brand new diet that you just have to try,
A feature on bulimia on page 25.
Read all about it.

One, two, three, let's stick them in a house for our TV
And laugh about how desperate they be, maybe they'll even...
One, two, three, tackle a footballer on Saturday
And the position in her box he played was such a fine display.

It's in the Sunday Supplement mag we buy to tutt about the daft slag.
She gets a lovely Prada handbag so who's laughing last?
And we're the ones with the obsession with the plastic and the escapades
And all the spitroasts and the dildos and the marmalade
And the procession of confessions that the paper paid and laid bare.
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Read all about it. These scars are skin deep so pick
Pictures of you we transmit. No depth, no feeling.
Well there's a new position for the kids to try,
A treatment for Chlamydia on page 45.
Read all about it.

We all need to...

We all need to...

And now we're ugly sisters. And now we're ugly sisters.
And now we're ugly sisters. And now we're ugly sisters.
Watching our ugly mothers, it's all beneath these covers
And though we hate each other, now I need you.

We all need to...

It all smells so sweet. Same time next week.

Read all about it. These scars are skin deep so pick
Pictures of you we transmit. No depth, no feeling.
Now you bought this food for thought you are what you eat,
Who will do the dishes? Better keep your receipt.
Read all about it. No depth, no feeling.

We all need to fuck.