Topless Mother Songtext
von Nadine Shah

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