Lyrics of 'Readers Wives' by John Cooper Clarke
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Make a date with the brassy brides of britain
The altogether ruder readers' wives
Who put down their needles and their knitting
At the doorway to our dismal daily lives
The fablon top scenarios of passion
Nipples peep through holes in leatherette
They seem to be saying in their fashion
'I'm freezing charlie - haven't ya finished yet?'
Cold flesh the colour of potatoes
In an instamatic living room of sin
All the required apparatus
Too bad they couldn't fit her head in
In latex pyjamas with bananas going ape
Their identities are cunningly disguised
By a six-inch strip of insulation tape
Strategically stuck across their eyes
Wives from inverness to inner london
Prettiness and pimples co-exist
Pictorially wife-swapping with someone
Who's happily married to his wrist
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