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 wanna have a proper nose about When you were born You broke the mould Another lie to you your mother told
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 sеrve you up some mutual therapy
(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) and bring him to me!