The Dead Girls of London

Do you see what they are, do you hear what they say?
People, it is sad but true
They're dressed really stupid but they think they're okay
And they got no use for you
The dead girls of London, why do they act that way?

Maybe it's the water, mama, maybe it's the tea
Maybe it's the way they was raised
Maybe it's the stuff what they read in the papers
Keeps them lookin' sorta half in a daze
Well the dead girls of London, why do they act that way?

We're the dead girls of London, we thinks we are fine
We ain't hittin' on nothin', but the boutique frame of mind

You see 'em dancing at the disco every night
Like a bunch of little robot queens
Making little noises full of fake delight
But they're really just so full of beans
Well, the dead girls of London, why do they act that way?

We're the dead girls of London, we thinks we are fine
And we ain't hittin' on nothin', but the boutique frame of mind

Boutique frame of mind
Gee, I like your pants
Boutique frame of mind
Gee, I like your pants

Boutique frame of mind
Gee, I like your pants