Skinheads, coppers, all cock sucker, punks

Me, I'm recovering from a nine day drunk

Hands of a bar maid bringing off a bald headed monk

All this and more for just one line of junk

I'll be your handbag but I'd rather be your negligee

I'll be your handbag

You blow my mind away

You blow my mind away

Don't snatch me, please

Don't snatch me, please

Don't snatch me, please

Don't snatch me, please

Don't snatch me, please

Don't snatch me, please

Don't snatch me, please

Don't snatch me, please

So cold that I could freeze

Now you got me on my knees

I'll be your handbag

Be right next to you

I'll be your handbag

'Cause I belong to you

'Cause I belong to you