What are you girls gonna tell your mother?
I don't want to hear another word about young lovers
Or hiding your boyfriend in the cupboard
She's been to see the doctor, so you hope that she recovers

You act dumb, you say you're so numb
You say you don't come under his thumb

Don't want to be a goody-goody
I don't want just anybody
No, I don't want anybody
Saying "You belong to me, you belong to me"

Your eyes are absent, your mouth is silent
Pumping it like a fire hydrant
Things you say are getting hard to swallow
You're easily led, but you're much too scared to follow

You've been warned, you're going to get torn
No uniform is gonna keep you warm

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Writer(s): Elvis Costello