TIFFANY RUBJOY I don't know Why she don't like me Shouldn't though Let it bother me She's not your sister I'm not the mister To believe You come with a sidecar She goes Denigrating me And you laugh It's frustrating me So why's she living in our house again? Domestic bliss Has come crashing to an end Oh my I'm not your average guy If I were I'd shag her too Though I'm quite sure She would rather have you Tiffany Rubjoy What have you got Going on with the Mrs Intimate laughter I get rather hot at the thought But I'd rather not Tiffany Rubjoy Somehow I think You're a little too friendly With her I'm sure you're into her fur Can't make a not where it were Spit it out 'Cause it's plain to see Have a shout How you don't like me You're a resister I start to think that it's Pots and pans Of your master plan Cooking up In your mind of a kitchen Other ways To superior bitchin' You want to make her move me out But there's no doubt I'm almost gone myself Oh my She's not your average girl Now she's shagged me And I know it's true Still I'm quite sure She'll be the one stays with you Tiffany Rubjoy What have you got Going on with the Mrs Intimate laughter I get rather hot at the thought But I'd rather not Tiffany Rubjoy Somehow I think You're a little too friendly With her I'm sure you're into her fur Can't make a won't where it were -Guitar solo- Alright, George, play it like David! Oh now it's over I shut my mouth, Walked in on the two of you now Can't be too riled Only can sing I'm in a pile of corset and spring Tiffany Rubjoy What have you got Going on with the Mrs Intimate laughter I get rather hot at the thought But I'd rather not Tiffany Rubjoy Somehow I think You're a little too friendly With her I'm sure you're into her fur Can't make a weren't where it were All good fun, as it were I start to dream, it's absurd Pack and I'm gone, oh Not a word Copyright 2021 - JESUS OLDMAN & THE APOSTLES