(Man Is) The Biggest Bitch Of All - Paul Heaton, Jacqui Abbott

Come away with me

Come away with who?

The man who let me down, down, down

Or the one who loved me true?

The man who promised me that he’d love me

Till the very end

Or the one I caught in family bed

Wearing…

Wearing my best friend

Ooh, wearing my best friend…

Same if they are Marios

Same if they are Pauls

Same if it is business suits

Or worker’s overalls

Women, keep your head down through the pubs and clubs you trawl

For man is the biggest bitch of all…

Run away with me

Run away today?

Taxi to the airport

And get me on the way

Beggars can’t be choosers

And you’d think by choosing you

I’m better than some poor old beggar

Holding

Holding bowl in queue

Ooh, holding bowl in queue…

As he flashes photos of her to his mates

And tells his sniggering pals she’s took the bait

His Facebook status stays at 'Spinning Plates'

Same if they’re Mohammeds

Same if they’re Pauls

Man is the biggest bitch of all…

As we look into the eyes

Of the partners that we vouched

We know we found our loves

Like single gloves

Down back of couch

Oh, down back of couch…

Same if they are Marios

Same if they are Pauls

Same if it is business suits

Or worker’s overalls…