Boys Who Went to Good Schools

Holding forth with frowning stare The boys who went to good schools toss their hair Velvet lashes, exclusive grins The circle rituals you can't break in I'm the kind of girl brought up to serve you All my senses work So why are you laughing Sneering nostrils, hairy backs Messiahs buttoned into linen slacks Selective vision, throwing food The management of favour by the few I'm the kind of girl brought up to serve you All my senses work So why are you laughing In the long run this meal won't count Success will fill your trousers somehow Lines are spoken the nazi way As if you threw a prostitute away I'm the kind of girl brought up to serve you All my senses work So why are you laughing What can I get you sir Was everything all right sir What can I get you kind sir