God's Gift To Women Lyrics

I got a barmaid from St. Helens in the back of me
Vauxhall Viva,
She had massive melons and I wanted bang her beaver,
She had real bad breath and a dose of the pox,
But I ripped off her bags and her sweaty socks,
And I Rattled my 'tatoes against her dirt box.

Spread your legs and get your knickers down.
Spread your legs and don't make a sound,
I'm God's gift to women in this f*ckin' town,
So spread your legs and get your knickers down.

She said I was good looking
And I looked a bit like George Michael,
But she didn't want a f*ckin' she were on her menstrual
cycle,
So I gives her a lift down to sandbach
She after some grub, she were on the cadge, So I got some meat and stuffed it up her vag.

Spread your legs and get your knickers down,
Spread your legs and don't make a sound,
I'm God's gift to women in this f*ckin' town,
So spread your legs and get your knickers down.

It were a messy job, but I kept my shirt on.
A penny round collar that I got from Burton's,
And I got a good taste of her Bird's Eye beef
curtains....

Spread your legs and get your knickers down,
Spread your legs and don't make a sound,
I'm God's gift to women in this f*ckin' town,
So spread your legs and get your knickers down.
(Repeat

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