She's got a medieval dresser
Standing in the hall
Where she'll leave me naughty messages
If I'm due to call
She's so beautifully indecent,
She pins me to the wall
She'll wear an old P. Neal sweater
That barely reach her thighs
She's got a passion over fashion
And things to catch the eye, well
She's so beautifully indecent,
Her lingerie never lies
She keeps roses by her bed-side
And among that chantilly lace
There's amber spinning slowly
You know she wears M&S PJs, well
She's so beautifully indecent,
Just wear what nature gave
She's got a sweet-pea Lagonda
She drive to Sunday church
Like her it's well upholstered
And tight around the curves
And so beautifully indecent,
When movin' in reverse oh
Well now the time I met Roseanna
She was sitting on that rug,
Eyeing me to pieces, with that off the shoulder shrug
Yes that time I met Roseanna she was sitting on that rug
Eyeing me to pieces with some tantalising secret
Looking beautifully indecent
With that off the shoulder
My babe she wear that off the shoulder
She's got a sweet-pea Lagonda
She drive to Sunday church
Well, like her it's well upholstered
And tight around the curves
Well, she's so beautifully indecent
