All You Gotta Do Is Ask

Don’t expect no religion

No quick fix easy answers to grace my lips

If you want to know all my politics

It’s a real simple theory –

                        All You Gotta Do Is Ask.

You’ve come a long way baby

From that cute young little girl, a right little lady

Knickers round your ankles and a skirt nowhere to be seen

And if you want a piece then –

                        All You Gotta Do Is Ask.

Born and raised the Ilson way

You’ve got to learn to kick and then run away

There’ no use dreaming of a better day

You’ve got to learn to live and -

                        You’ll sure learn How to pay.

You stand outside, a sign by your side

Ten-Pound-an-Hour to come and steal your flower

Freezing your arse off in a tiny pink sash

And if you want to know where the lights go –

                        All You Gotta Do Is Ask.

I like your smile but I don’t like your style

Clapped up to the eyeballs, a dress three sizes too small

And you smoke and this is no joke

I’m not being funny but –

                        I wouldn’t waste good money on you.

©  Keith Arthur