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