I Shaved My Legs For You Lyrics

I know something bout' your family
Enough to make your children cry
If mum and dad share genuine content
Then you should hear them scream at night

Don't run away or call the cops
These are screams of pleasure
The fear and necessity
You might not understand
But cannot measure

Behind a factory door in Brunswick East
Is the horrible truth
That Timmy's old man
Likes golden showers

Behind a factory door in Brunswick East
Is the horrible truth
That Mummy cuts Daddy with a knife

I need a place where I can feel my best
Shave my legs and wear a pretty dress Away from adolescent surveillance
And no risk of desensitisation

There's a place around the corner
That'll let you in
Just rock up late and pay the rent
Where you can blur the lines of morals
But just don't blur the lines of respect

Behind a factory door in Brunswick East
Is the horrible truth
That Milly's old lady plays cats and babies

Behind a factory door in Brunswick East
Is the horrible truth
That Mummy and Daddy are happy

It's usually something that you'd do
But you just, wouldn't tell anyone

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