Do you see what they are, do you hear what they say? People, it is sad but true They're dressed really stupid but they think they're okay And they got no use for you The dead girls of London, why do they act that way?
Maybe it's the water, mama, maybe it's the tea Maybe it's the way they was raised Maybe it's the stuff what they read in the papers Keeps them lookin' sorta half in a daze Well the dead girls of London, why do they act that way?
We're the dead girls of London, we thinks we are fine We ain't hittin' on nothin', but the boutique frame of mind
You see 'em dancing at the disco every night Like a bunch of little robot queens Making little noises full of fake delight But they're really just so full of beans Well, the dead girls of London, why do they act that way?
We're the dead girls of London, we thinks we are fine And we ain't hittin' on nothin', but the boutique frame of mind
Boutique frame of mind Gee, I like your pants Boutique frame of mind Gee, I like your pants