Slags to Bitches Songtext
von Ian Gillan Band

You don′t make it with your firing range
You ain't nothing but a fool
You got nothing in your animal brain
Baby I will stand with you
Say hey to your daddy, hey to your mammy
Maybe to your sister too
You got the money, I got the need
So baby I will stand with you
There′s no way you can stop it
You got my heart in your pocket
Moving up from rags to riches
Slags to bitches
You throw parties on your own private beach
I see you riding horses too
You got the things that are out of my reach
Baby let's have a stay with you
I ain't gonna fight you, I′m only gonna bite you
Cause you got enough for two
The sweetest things your inheritance brings
So baby I will stand with you


See me walking with my nose in the air
Though I can′t see too good
You catch me spitting, no it ain't debonair
Mostly I can be like you
So give it to me honey, take me to the money
Surely it′s the least I'm due
I′m just your toy, I know, but you are a fool
And baby I will stay with you
There's no way you can stop it
You got my heart in your pocket
Moving up from rags to riches
Slags to bitches
Tell your daddy that you′re gonna be mine
You know I love you truly
When he tells you that you're out of your mind
Cause I'm stupid and unruly
Smile at me sweetly, whisper so discreetly
One and one is three, not two
He′s got the money and I got the need
And baby I will stand with you
There′s no way you can stop it
You got my heart in your pocket
Moving up from rags to riches
Slags to bitches