(Man Is) The Biggest Bitch Of All - Paul Heaton and Jacqui Abbott

Come away with me...

Come away with who?

The man who let me down, down, down

Or the one who loved me true

The man who promised me that he'd love me till the very end

Or the one I caught in family bed wearing, wearing my best friend

Ooh, my best friend

Same if they're Marios

Same if they're Pauls

Same if in his business suits

Or worker's overalls

Women, keep your heads up through the pubs and clubs he trawls

For man is the biggest bitch of all

Run away with me...

Run away today?

Taxi to the airport

And get me on the way

Beggars can't be choosers and you'd think by choosing you

Better than some poor old beggar holding bowl in queue

Holding bowl in queue

Same if they're Marios

Same if they're Pauls

Same if in his business suits

Or worker's overalls

As he flashes photos of her to his mates

And tells his sniggering pals she's took the bait

Same if they're Mohammeds

Same if they're Pauls

Man is the biggest bitch of all

So you look into the eyes of the partner's that we've vouched

You know we've found our loves like single gloves

Down back of couch

Down back of couch