When I saw your photo, in the press, I thought
Is she blonde?, under her dress, I thought
I hope they make her, take off her dress
For the next one, but they didn't even know it would be so much better if it had been alright sitting there having a fag
Every time I see your picture, Myra
I have to phone my latest girlfriend and fire 'er
And find a prostitute that looks like you and hire 'er
Oh, me oh Myra