Would you stand up for this kind of beauty?
Cause this kind of beauty won't stand up for you

It won't lift a finger
For some lazy dreamer
Here it comes the average dirty word
Pardon my French

But I'm sitting on an park bench
Watching yearning cats
Milk-fed little brats

And they say:
Love won't pick
The slanted or the slick
Or the lovesick
And I'm lovesick

So I say
F-word, f-word
Pardon my French
But it's bs, bs
Can't you feel the stench?

F-word, f-word
Pardon my French
But it's bs, bs
Summer evening
Cats are screaming
For love

Is summer evening
The cats screaming
For love

So I say
F-word, f-word
Pardon my French
But it's bs, bs
Can't you feel the stench?

F-word, f-word
Pardon my French
But it's bs, bs
Can't you feel the stench?

F-word, f-word
Pardon my French
But it's bs, bs
Can't you feel the stench?

F-word, f-word
Pardon my French
But it's bs, bs
Can't you feel the stench?
F-word, f-word
Pardon my French
But it's bs, bs
Can't you feel the stench?

F-word, f-word
Pardon my French
But it's bs, bs