Curious

words � James Stafford 1999

Lookin' like a three-course, dogs dinner,
Walkin' it around.
Painted up like, weather girls,
Goin' into town.

Too many, TV dinners,
They're lookin' round.
Playin' it and, talkin' shit,
Goin into town.

They're Curious,
They don't know what to do with us.
They're Delirious,
They don't think that we're serious.

Blowin' all their, money-honey,
Throwin' it around.
Blonde hair cuts, bikini tops,
Goin' into town.

Eighteen stone thugs with, beer guts,
Pushin' us around.
Tube-tanned, barbie dolls,
Goin into town.

Chorus