Close your legs   Open your mind   Leave those compliments well behind   Dig a little deeper into yourself and you may find      Come over here, just sit right down   Needn't comb your hair   Needn't pout or frown   I hear you've turned our young men into dribbling clowns      36D so what (D) so what   Is that all that you've got?   36D so what (D) so what   Is that all you've got?      Make their day and go ahead   Remove your clothes and lie on the bed   Just a last gasp chance or an outside bet   To the easily led      And you before you do just what you do   Here's one thought, for you to chew   The men who run the business that you sell   They screw you too      CHORUS      You're just another 365 night stand   But you're so handy, you're so handy   You cheapen and you nasty every woman in this land   But you're so handy, you're so handy      Your picture's hanging pretty on the squaddie's walls   You're Steven's, Andy's, you're Iain's, you're Paul's   Your body's thought of fondly in the rugby mauls   But you want more      CHORUS TO FADE