Glamourpuss - James Reyne

A drunken giggle as you find the key

To your little flat that overlooks the sea

Excuse the mess, put on the colour TV

And it’s Nightmoves

It’s Nightmoves

You’ve been dancing in your disco tights

You feel a bit nervous so you dim the lights

A little Bob Seger, but that’s alright

'Cause I’m house-trained

I’m house-trained

You give me Scotch and water

And now we’re messing up the furniture

«Sea Breezes» daughter can’t stay

And everybody is broken anyway

And everybody is chokin' on a Hangman’s wage

Let’s go away on Anzac Day

I know a place where we can stay

A unit at Apollo Bay

Among the palm trees

The Goddamn palm trees

No more Vodka shooters

Now we’re messing up the Subaru

We missed Mallacoota

Again

And everybody is broken anyway

And everybody is chokin' on a Hangman’s wage

Though your Daddy’s real white trash

We could be fat, dumb and happy

Caravans and cold, hard cash

My Glamourpuss

My Glamourpuss

Let’s play in your jean traffic

Glamourpuss

Zebra throw-rug pornographic

Glamourpuss

Annex, incense, satin Sapphic

Glamourpuss

Glamour puss

And everybody is broken anyway

And everybody is chokin' on a Hangman’s wage

You say your boyfriend’s some d.j.

And you’re au fait with some d.

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Parked his coupe at some cafe

Where his latte can hiss shout au lait

Must be the palm trees Among the palm trees

Another cliche

And your friends are so naive

The stupid things that they believe