Dragging her satin covered cheeks across the velvet upholstery

Sipping on pink champagne ever more enthusiastically

Because for the men in suits you’re crocodiles and prostitutes

Legs apart and a lying smile, it appears to be you’re living the big time

Maybe?

A man in a suit went into the bar and took the golden deceiver away

Before too many days had past he learnt that he’d always have to pay

Because for the men in suits you’re crocodiles and prostitutes

Legs apart and a lying smile, it appears to me you’re living the big time

Maybe the men in suits are the prostitutes

Because for the men in suits you’re crocodiles and prostitutes

Legs apart and a lying smile, it appears to be you’re living the big time

For the men in suits you’re crocodiles and prostitutes

Legs apart and a lying smile it appears to me you’re living the big time

Whatever!

Words Gallagher

Music AJ Gallagher/R Jugg