Furious

He’s all mouth and no trousers - It’s a phrase my mother used to say. And I’d say, ‘Please mother, As if I’d fall for a boy who acted that way. He’ll be rich and kind and funny, And did I mention he’ll have plenty of bucks?’ But it’s not just about the money, It’s how he talks, how he dresses and fucks. So finally I meet a man I think might be the one. I hole up and I hold out ‘til I’m feeling like a nun. Then the time’s right – it’s the right night – so when all is said and done How do I feel? I’m FURIOUS F.U.R.I.O.U.S Just FURIOUS Because there’s nothing worse than B.A.D. S.E.X. And then he asked me, ‘How was it for you, babe?’ And I could feel myself getting tense. Should I find the words to tell him gently He was a bust in the biblical sense. My hopes for this relationship are going down the pan Cos I’d rather be knocking boots with any other man. If I decide to live with it in any way I can, How will I feel? I’ll be FURIOUS F.U.R.I.O.U.S Just FURIOUS Because there’s nothing worse than B.A.D. S.E.X. So I did the only thing I could, and ran into the night Cos I’d rather be alone than be his afternoon delight If I meet another man who won’t go down without a fight, How will I feel? I’ll be FURIOUS F.U.R.I.O.U.S Just FURIOUS Because there’s nothing worse than B.A.D. S.E.X. Oh, there’s nothing worse than B.A.D. S.E.X. Oh, there’s nothing worse than B.A.D. S.E.X.