Everyone knows that your girlfriends a whore   Cause she spreads her fucking legs right open for ever motherfucker   In town and says she's yours      Now she's loaded again   And we all now just how it ends      Turn away you can tell   She thinks of me when you fuck her      When did I imply it? When I said it, when I said it, yeah   Sometimes I like to sit and think   Just why you put up with her shit and I wonder   Why      Turn away you can tell   She thinks of me when you fuck her      Turn away you can tell   She thinks of me when you fuck her      Pat-a-cake, pat-a-cake, you'll never last   Maybe it's because you've got a big fat ass   Motherfucker      So look away, cause I told you I was better than you   And it's true, it's a shame that you never learnt to think things through   So can you take it, you can't change it, rearrange it   As the picture fades, with no fairy tale ending.      "Oh, oh, oh, oh! Is it in yet?" (laughter)