Your Sister’s on My List

Your breathing, it's misleading
I’m sure you've been dead
Since you got in my bed

Your sister's on my list
The fuss I’ve been making
My wrist is aching

I'm writing to you
To say that we're through
You're boring as shit
But your sister's a hit 'cos she's got big tits

Feelings, you got no feelings
You're just a dummy
Just like your mummy

I’m writing to you
I did love you truly
But I’m so unruly
And you like Anthony Newley
But when I think about your sister, oooh!

Babies, you just want babies
Go to a factory
You're not satisfactory reject

I’m writing to you
To say that we're through
I'm touching your sister
She's the top of my list