| If you don’t mind me saying so then why do you object
|
| Are you frightened of something you’ll hear
|
| Have you no inhibitions are you basically shy
|
| And not what you appear
|
| Got a good mind to tell you what a bad boy I’ve been
|
| But I’m not sure you’ll be all that pleased
|
| Funny how being unfaithful often makes us realise
|
| How foolish we can be
|
| Here’s to the child who applied for a divorce
|
| Said his parents were not up to much
|
| Once upon a time used to be children
|
| Now there are just adults
|
| And I don’t trust men with earrings in their ears
|
| Or women who look like they’re men
|
| I trust only those who are true to themselves
|
| And god knows there aren’t too
|
| Many of them
|
| In a manner of speaking reminiscent of greek
|
| You could say «hold my heart» and I will
|
| If it pleases you no doubt I’ll gladly oblige
|
| It would be a thrill
|
| You ask for directions you say it’s a road
|
| With houses on either side
|
| Well I don’t want to shatter your illusions
|
| But I’m afraid that I’m gonna have to try
|
| And I don’t trust men with earrings in their ears
|
| Or women who look like they’re men
|
| I trust only those who are true to themselves
|
| And god knows there aren’t too
|
| Many of them
|
| Here’s to the child who applied for a divorce
|
| Said his parents were driving him nuts
|
| Once upon a time used to be children
|
| Now there are just adults
|
| And I don’t trust men with earrings in their ears
|
| Or women who look like they’re men
|
| I trust only those who are true to themselves
|
| And god knows there aren’t too
|
| Many of them |