I'd seen it all that afternoon   I'd seen it all, and your brother's too   You showed me round your mother's front room   And dropped your pants   Took off your shoes   You can't tell me now that you're laid   You can't sell me now that you're paid   You can't shelve me now that you're made   You can't tell me now that you're laid   You have a flair for taking off clothes   You left me there and nobody knows   how you came round four times that day   and had your way, walked away   You can't tell me now that you're laid   You can't sell me now that you're laid   You can't tell me now that you're laid   You can't sell me now that you're paid   You can't shelve me now that you're made   You can't tell me now that I'm laid