Beak

Hey shut your beak I've only known you half a week A walk in the park And a chat in the street Is a little less than naked So stop telling all your mates we've mated What a cheek (what a cheek!) I didn't lead you down the garden path Who said we were going to la la la la la last I only held your hand Coz you're crap at crossing roads So dry your eyes And blow your nose Stop acting like a great big Green kid stop clinging Like an aphid to a rose (To a rose) You're looking so sad Don't make me laugh Don't tell me I'm breaking your ha ha ha ha ha heart