Posh Girls

[Verse 1]
She passed, she's class
Candy for the eye and a twinkle in her smile
And she looks like butter wouldn't melt
Oh-oh-oh
He's bewitched, her daddy's rich
You can see she comes from money, but she's still a little honey
And it looks like butter wouldn't melt
Oh, no

[Pre-Chorus]
He stuttered
'Oh I never thought I'd say this, but I think your so
Aw-aw-aw-aw-awfully nice
"Is that alright?," she said "Fine"
He was a little bit scared, a little apprehensive
He was just a boy from a local comprehensive
But he'd heard that

[Chorus]
Posh girls have good manners, but they go like the clappers
'Cause they never got to hang around with boys at school
Posh girls have good manners, but they go like the clappers
'Cause they never got to hang around with boys at school

[Verse 2]
She seems, pristine, but don't be deceived, 'cause she's not that naïve
Although it looks like butter wouldn't melt
He had a fright, that night
She'd opened his eyes to a world of surprise
And the butter, oh, the butter it had gone, it had gone

[Pre-Chorus]
She goes uh-uh-uh-uh-uh-uh-uh-oh
With a twinkle in her eye, she said "Oh, my"
Take me ho-o-o-o-o-ome tonight, but tonight
He was a little bit scared, a little apprehensive
He was just a boy from a local comprehensive
But he'd heard that

[Chorus]
Posh girls have good manners, but they go like the clappers
'Cause they never got to hang around with boys at school
Posh girls have good manners, but they go like the clappers
'Cause they never got to hang around with boys at school

[Post-Chorus]
There's nothing like a little bit of class
Wrapped up in a perfect arse
There's nothing like a little bit of class
The poor boy never stood a chance

[Bridge]
Is it true what they say about posh girls? (Is it true, is it true what they say?)
Is it true what they say about posh girls? (Is it true, is it true what they say?)
Is it true what they say? (Is it true, is it true what they say?)
Is it true what they say about posh girls?

[Chorus]
Posh girls have good manners, but they go like the clappers
'Cause they never got to hang around with boys at school
Posh girls have good manners, but they go like the clappers
'Cause they never got to hang around with boys at school

[Post-Chorus]
There's nothing like a little bit of class
Wrapped up in a perfect arse
There's nothing like a little bit of class
The poor boy never stood a chance
There's nothing like a little bit of class
They'll all said it's never gonna last (Never gonna last)
There's nothing like a little bit of class
Wrapped up in a perfect arse