Topless Mother

Lyrics for Topless Mother

I want to see What's yours is mine What you don't hang out on your washing line I want to be Inside your mind Your topless mother is hidden in mine I want to get Inside your house I want to have a proper nose about When you were born You broke the mould Another lie to you, your mother told Sinatra Viagra Iguana Sharia Diana Samosa Varuca Tequila Banana Alaska Medusa Gorilla I told you all That I have heard And do you promise not to breathe a word? Look at you now Edge of your seat I pay you money just to humour me You take a bow Each time you leave The satisfaction, that, it bothers me I'll show you how If I may, please To serve you up some mutual therapy Sinatra Viagra Iguana Sharia Diana Samosa Varuca Tequila Banana Alaska Medusa Gorilla (Wash that, wash that boy) (Wash that, wash that boy) And bring him to me (Wash that, wash that boy) (Wash that, wash that boy) And bring him to me (Wash that, wash that boy) (Wash that, wash that boy) And bring him to me (Wash that, wash that boy) (Wash that, wash that boy) Sinatra Viagra Iguana Sharia Diana Samosa Varuca Tequila Banana Alaska Medusa Gorilla