Morcheeba - Woman Lose Weight - Текст песни

What a surpriser

Open your eyes, A

Woman advisor


The name of this entertainment is women lose weight

Our first years of marriage everything was just great

But after two kids and the weight gain factor

The fact is now she's completely unattractive

Look, fat chicks, I don't mean to sound rude

I tell her nice hit the gym and don't eat so much food

But no, 'You're shallow, you need to run the course of unconditional love and 

so forth'

But how, If desire's not there that's just delayment

Divorce is, child support, alimony payments

My happiness I doubt discouraged

So hurry for an easier way out of this marriage


Meanwhile my secretary June, well groomed

'When you gonna leave your wife?'

I tell her soon monny soon I assume

Or my destiny is blue

Interestingly the only thing left for me to do 

Is to kill her


What a surpriser

Open your eyes, A

Woman advisor


I'm going to have to kill her

Of course there's laws which enforces divorces

I'm send that ass right

To the morgue miss

My plans against or shenanigans kinda ran thin

Knowing nothing about poisoning and I can't swim

Bad intentions pumping, might as wall become numb

Cut her lungs or the obvious robbery gone wrong

But the catch is do I have the nerve to dispatch this 

Who can I get to help me murder this fat chick?

I guess I'll have to play a dude robbing

On Wednesday the day she usually goes food shopping

Anyway, long story shor; hit the side of her Chrysler

And sent it clean over the divider

You bastard she said as the wreck went tumbling down the hill

I thought she has to be dead

Later on, ger a call from a Lieutenant O'Rourke

Had me leaping like a frog

"We need you at the morgue'

So I selfishly pursue

Boo Hoo there was nothing else left for me to do

I have to kill her


What a surpriser


Screaming who done took my heart

Acting shaken up a lot


At the funeral, though everyone was looking at me odd

Like I did it

Like I was the reason my mates slain

Murmuring, I heard he was displeased with her weight gain

While my secretary, sort of a sexy blonde, can't look 

All she doea is order from restaurants

All of the sex you want 

I doubt could address

Clothes not washed proper and house look a mess

And talking to detectives that was waiting outside

How I took a long lunch break day the wife died

I darn near turned pale

And because of betrayal

They indicted me and gave me an impossible bail


Good fortune to anyone admiring the rawtent

Moral of the story is desire is important

So watch your weight it will keep your mate smitten

It's a given

Though looking back I realise I didn't have to kill her


What a surpriser


Well there you have it

Keep trim keep your marriages healthy

You know what I mean

A small message from Morcheeba adn Slick Rick ruler


Peace