I'd seen it all that afternoon

I'd seen it all, and your brother's too

You showed me round your mother's front room

And dropped your pants

Took off your shoes

You can't tell me now that you're laid

You can't sell me now that you're paid

You can't shelve me now that you're made

You can't tell me now that you're laid

You have a flair for taking off clothes

You left me there and nobody knows

how you came round four times that day

and had your way, walked away

You can't tell me now that you're laid

You can't sell me now that you're laid

You can't tell me now that you're laid

You can't sell me now that you're paid

You can't shelve me now that you're made

You can't tell me now that I'm laid