This is your five minute call five minutes ladies and gentlemen thank you Where's my lunch? Where's my fucking lunch? Big big tears By the bright blue sea As deep as forever Oh Shirley, Shirley Valentine If only mother found What you found I wouldn't be here, dreaming Salutations dear listener This is a comedy in three acts Breakfast, lunch and tea And they better not be late Here he comes Through the bordello doors I kowtow to my pimp I'm a good little whore Hello wall Nice to see you wall Good day at the office wall Your dinner's on the floor darling And scrape me off the ceiling Well I'm a mercenary wife Where it complies I compromise I only wear this skin 'Cos I sinned in m'past life I want war And you want me I want war And you want breakfast, lunch and tea On stage please, on stage, thank you. Sweat drips off my brow I know my lines, my moves My place in life And it's ticking away I'm not going on tonight That insecure feeling A void of nothing-ness I'm dripping away Well I'm a mercenary wife I want what money buys I only wear this skin Cos I sinned in m'past life I want war And you want me I want war And you want breakfast, lunch and tea
