Remember that tank top you bought me. 
You wrote 'You're Gorgeous' on it. 
You took me to your rented motor car 
and filmed me on the bonnet. 


You got me to hitch my knees up 
and pulled my legs apart. 
You took an instamatic camera 
and and pulled my sleeves around my heart. 

 
Because you're gorgeous 
I'd do anything for you. 
Because you're gorgeous 
I know you'll get me through. 

You said my clothes were sexy, 
you tore away my shirt. 
You rubbed an ice-cube on my chest 
snapped me 'til it hurt. 


Because you're gorgeous 
I'd do anything for you. 
Because you're gorgeous 
I know you'll get me through. 


You said I wasn't cheap. 
You paid me twenty pounds. 
You promised to put me in a magazine 
on every table in every lounge. 


Because you're gorgeous 
I'd do anything for you. 
Because you're gorgeous 
I know you'll get me through. 

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