He said: "take off your clothes for me
I've got a dirty fantasy
Your body's generosity
Could really be of use to me,"
Naturally I said: "certainly,"

He said: "I've got some time
If you don't mind
To close your eyes
And be robbed blind
I'm in a bind, you'd be so kind,"
His words were sweet and silver-lined
I said "fine,"
Well, how can I decline?

And he's told me I'm efficient
Conveniently complacent
He told me that I got the job done
He said I best do all that I can
To make him a better man
And make him a better man
When he's gone
Better when he's gone

I don't know what he takes me for
But he's had me
And he'll take me more
He says that's what sweet flesh is for
Oh, what's left
But this apple-core?

And he's told me I'm efficient
Conveniently complacent
He told me that I got the job done
He said I best do all that I can
To make him a better man
And make him a better man
When he's gone
Better when he's gone

Writer : SORBARA, MARTINA
Copyright : Lyrics © EMI Music Publishing