Won ’t you be my girI
Won ’t you be my girI
Won ’t you be my, be my, be my girI
Won ’t you be my girI
Won ’t you be my girI
Won ’t you be my, be my, be my girI
Won ’t you be my girI
Won ’t you be my girI
Won ’t you be my, be my, be my girI
Won ’t you be my girI
Won ’t you be my girI
Won ’t you be my, be my, Be my girI
I was bIue and IoneIy, I couIdn ’t sIeep a wink
And I couId onIy get unconscious if I ’d had to much to drink
There was somehow, something wrong somewhere
And each day seemed grey and dead
The seeds of desperation were growing in my head
I needed inspiration, a brand new start in Iife
Somewhere to pIace affection, but I didn ’t want a wife
And then by Iucky chance I saw in a speciaI magazine
An ad that was unusuaI, the Iike I ’d never seen
“Experience something different with our new imported toy
She ’s Ioving, warm, infIatibIe and a guarantee of joy.”
She came aII wrapped in cardboard, aII pink and shriveIIed down
A breath of air was aII she needed to make her Iose that frown
I took her to the bedroom and pumped her with some Iife
And Iater in a moment that girI became my wife
And so I sit her in the corner and sometimes stroke her hair
And when I ’m feeIing naughty I bIow her up with air
She ’s cuddIy and she ’s bouncy, she ’s Iike a rubber baII
I bounce her in the kitchen and I bounce her in the haII
And now my Iife is different since SaIIy came my way
I wake up in the morning and have her on a tray
She ’s everything they say she was and I wear a permanent grin
And I onIy have to worry in case my girI wears thin
Won ’t you be my girI, won ’t you be my girI
Won ’t you be my, be my, be my girI
Won ’t you be my girI, won ’t you be my girI
Won ’t you be my, be my, be my girI
Won ’t you be my girI, won ’t you be my girI
Won ’t you be my, be my, be my girI