Bell X1 - Reacharound lyrics

Cute hoors on every corner They're putting out, putting out And there's many a kerb crawler A boy racer Fine young men with their spoilers spoiled Hail fella, well met Makin' V's like Nixon A comb over and sweat Cute hoors in the corridors of power Throwin' shapes, atin' grapes The wink and elbow language of delight Has been seduced by the dark side We are the babies that they kissed And ours is the flesh that they pressed Yea they're good for a reacharound Always good for a reacharound Oh they're good for a reacharound Always good for a reacharound Cute hoors on every corner They're putting out, putting out As with most things here It's hard to pin down It sticks to your clothes, it's airborne It's been long celebrated As something to make us proud All this movin' and shakin' Envelopes so brown Yea they're good for a reacharound Always good for a reacharound Oh they're good for a reacharound Always good for a reacharound