Dead Girls of London Lyrics

Can you see what they are
Do you hear what they say
People it is sad but true
They dress really stupid but they think they're okay
And they've got no use for you
Oh the Dead Girls of London
Why do they act that way?
Phooey!
Maybe it's the water, mama
Maybe it's the tea
Maybe it's the way they was raised
Maybe it's the stuff what they read in the papers
Keeps 'em lookin' sorta half in a daze
Oh the Dead Girls of London
Why do they act that way?

We're the Dead Girls of London
We think we are fine
We ain't hittin' on nothin'
But the boutique frame of mind
You see 'em dancin' at the Disco
Every night like a bunch of little robot queens
Makin' little noises full of fake delights
But they're really just so full of beans
Oh the Dead Girls of London
Why do they act that way?

We're the Dead Girls of London
We think we are fine
We ain't hittin' on nothin'
But the boutique frame of mind
You see 'em dancin' at the Disco
Every night like a bunch of little robot queens
Makin' little noises full of fake delights
But they're really just so full of beans
Oh the Dead Girls of London
Why do they act that way?

We're the Dead Girls of London
We think we are fine
We ain't hittin' on nothin'
But the boutique frame of mind