Holding forth with frowning stare
The boys who went to good schools toss their hair
Velvet lashes, exclusive grins
The circle rituals you can't break in
I'm the kind of girl brought up to serve you
All my senses work
So why are you laughing
Sneering nostrils, hairy backs
Messiahs buttoned into linen slacks
Selective vision, throwing food
The management of favour by the few
I'm the kind of girl brought up to serve you
All my senses work
So why are you laughing
In the long run this meal won't count
Success will fill your trousers somehow
Lines are spoken the nazi way
As if you threw a prostitute away
I'm the kind of girl brought up to serve you
All my senses work
So why are you laughing
What can I get you sir
Was everything all right sir
What can I get you kind sir
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Holding forth with frowning stare
The boys who went to good schools toss their hair
Velvet lashes, exclusive grins
The circle rituals you can't break in
I'm the kind of girl brought up to serve you
All my senses work
So why are you laughing
Sneering nostrils, hairy backs
Messiahs buttoned into linen slacks
Selective vision, throwing food
The management of favour by the few
I'm the kind of girl brought up to serve you
All my senses work
So why are you laughing
In the long run this meal won't count
Success will fill your trousers somehow
Lines are spoken the nazi way
As if you threw a prostitute away
I'm the kind of girl brought up to serve you
All my senses work
So why are you laughing
What can I get you sir
Was everything all right sir
What can I get you kind sir
The boys who went to good schools toss their hair
Velvet lashes, exclusive grins
The circle rituals you can't break in
I'm the kind of girl brought up to serve you
All my senses work
So why are you laughing
Sneering nostrils, hairy backs
Messiahs buttoned into linen slacks
Selective vision, throwing food
The management of favour by the few
I'm the kind of girl brought up to serve you
All my senses work
So why are you laughing
In the long run this meal won't count
Success will fill your trousers somehow
Lines are spoken the nazi way
As if you threw a prostitute away
I'm the kind of girl brought up to serve you
All my senses work
So why are you laughing
What can I get you sir
Was everything all right sir
What can I get you kind sir
Writer: Ruth Miller
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