Not the Sort of Girl You Take to Bed - John's Children

Girl, I’ve got to say to you

It’s true, that you’re not the kind

That you seem to think you are

You’re right that I don’t love you

And I never think of kissing you

And your heart is cold

You’re sick, sick

Not the sort of girl I like to take to bed

I know how you would like me to

So you could say I wanted to

Your friends would be very proud of you

If they’d known you’d had me too

And your heart is cold

You’re sick, sick

Not the sort of girl I like to take to bed

Girl, I’ve got to say to you

I could say what I think of you

I’m sure you don’t want me to

So please go away from me

Sit down and try to see

And your heart is cold

You’re sick, sick

Not the sort of girl I like to take to bed

I know that you would really like

To spend the day and all the night

Next to me 'til you’re satisfied

My face isn’t what you really like

And your heart is cold

You’re sick, sick

Not the sort of girl I like to take to bed