You�re the local celebrity,
Everyone knows your name,
You didn�t found a charity,
You�re just on the game.
You�ve never had a number one,
Yet live like you�ve had.
You think you�re famous,
I find that rather sad.
The men of the town know your face,
And aren�t ashamed to kiss and tell.
You�re no ordinary woman,
You�ve got a ticket straight to hell.
You say it pays to sleep around,
You do it for your boy,
What�s the point in doing this?
You�re the town�s favourite toy
All The Wrong Reasons,
You�re making money fast,
For all the wrong reasons,
This game�s not bound to last.
If it don�t,
You�ll fall down,
You�ll be laughed at
You�ll be our favourite clown
The women here don�t like you,
You just keep rolling back,
You�re not an angel,
That�s why you relax�
The men here will pay for you,
Holes in their pockets,
But don�t forget,
Their face in their wife�s locket�
All The Wrong Reasons,
You�re making money fast,
For all the wrong reasons,
This game�s not bound to last.
If it don�t,
You�ll fall down,
You�ll be laughed at
You�ll be our favourite clown
copyright� shane telford 2004