An investor's daughter was giving me head
In a signature suite that had it's own postcode, she sad
Sculptures of cats and fingers on hips
Like three numbers rubbed off her signature strip

Hands of a clock - stopped by a bomb
I'll always find a greasier swan
Out of the Edwardian rain, curiosity shops
For certainty soaked up in on barbershop mops

So, on this weekend
Where the biggest top four clash finished up 1-1
My nightmare ends as they always do
With me transferring money to someone
I like boots and jeans, yeah, OK, alright
But a baby doll dress was way cooler tonight