You are a stranger, misbehaver
But your fake teeth leave a flavour
This may just be the same thing I had felt last night
But you've got something to savour
Baroness, I've found you're prone to luck
I know, I've been there before
It doesn't last, but take it all in now, somehow
You're on the cover of the papers
A missing girl from southern Leicester
I hope that somewhere you lie dead inside a ditch
Then I'll have nothing to savour
Baroness, I've found you're prone to luck
I know, I've been there before
It doesn't last, but take it all in now, somehow
Serves you right, next time you will admit
To it; you are something sickly and
Somehow so divine
And for the next time you want to break me
All you have to do is touch me