Macc Lads Tart With The Heart Lyrics

She came out of the bogs, she stank of damp dogs
With an Oxfam shop smell, her clothes were louder than
hell
Drowning out the jukebox
I avoided her stare by diving under a chair
But right next to my nose, a pair of stilettos
I didn't have a prayer
She shouts:
"Hey you, what you doing down there?
I were jutht tellin' the girlth about our affair-
How you took uth 'ome a week latht Thunday,
And made a meth before I got your knob out of your
undieth"
She's the tart with the heart, she's the bitch with the
lisp
Spreads the word and her legs, she's a gossip columnist Look up in the 'phone book for the Northern part of
China
There's still one Chin that hasn't been hard-up on her
vagina

She was lying, of course. I made a bolt for the door,
But the loudmouth slut stuck out a foot, and put me
back on the floor
I crawled behind the plants to avoid her glance,
But before very long, the familiar pong - vaginal
deoderant
She shouts:
"Hey you, what you doing down there?
I were jutht tellin' your maytth about our affair
And if therth any chanth you could get thum medicathion
Tho you can avoid your premature ejaculathionth?"