Seven Or Eleven

I put my clothes on, I take them off
I buy some new ones without a thought
Beggars can’t be choosers but I’m on my knees
Show me something that I haven’t bought this week

Any colour, any size
To match your haircut or complexion or your eyes
And nothing says success like an excessive waste
I’m sure I’ll find another suit to suit my taste
It doesn’t really suit me anyway

Tell me that you love my style
Say you like my figure
Seven or eleven
Or maybe even bigger
Oh, tell me where you got your outfit from
Oh, tell me where you got your outfit from

I saw a film once, so I got the book
And read the first page then I had enough
Maybe I could finish it another day
Maybe it gets better on the second page

Satisfaction guaranteed
Buy a hundred then a hundred more and get one free
Make sure I tell all my friends I got it first
Show me what you really think your money’s worth
Show you what I think I’m really worth

I could buy a raincoat, but I can’t change the weather
And I don’t want to hurt you but I look so good in leather
Take my money now because when it’s gone, it’s gone
Baby, if you break it get a better one

I never thought that I’d need to mention
I don’t care about these things, I’m craving some attention
Then you told me in the back seat
Of your friends’ car that you loved me
Maybe you should get a better one

Tell me that you love my style
Say you like my figure
Seven or eleven
Or maybe even bigger
Oh, tell me where you got your outfit from
Oh, tell me where you got your outfit from

In my bottom draw I keep a string of things I never use
And there’s space for just one more so tell me where your outfit’s from
And I’ll buy it again and again, and again, and again

I really like your style
And girl I would kill for that figure
Seven or eleven seems far too big
But I’m dying for bigger
Now tell me

Oh, where’d you really get your outfit from?
Oh, tell me where you got your outfit from
I don’t need it but I want it
Tell me where’d you get your outfit from?