St. Tropez Whore Lyrics

Mid a crowd of people, elegantly dressed
Stands our little lady, aspiring to the very best

Cos she's the St. Tropez whore
And if your heart is sore
You can always turn to her to calm the pain
Oh she's the St. Tropez whore
And she always wants more
So please don't leave her standing in the rain

Don't think you will recognize her as she walks the street
She's no worse than all the rest
Silver sandles on her feet

Cos she's the St. Tropez whore
And if your heart is sore
You can always turn to her to calm the pain
Oh she's the St. Tropez whore
And she always wants more
So please don't leave her standing in the rain

Though her eyes are rather weary her waist is not so slim
Her hair hangs down in golden tresses
Lips as fresh as early spring

Oh she's the St. Tropez whore
And if your heart is sore
You can always turn to her to calm the pain
Oh she's the St. Tropez whore
And she always wants more
So please dont leave her standing in the rain
In the rain

In fact the only difference
Between her and the rest
Is that she's more ambitious and she wants more than the best

Cos she's the St. Tropez whore
And if your heart is sore
You can always turn to her to calm the pain
Oh she's the St. Tropez whore
And she always wants more
So please don't leave her standing in the rain
In the rain

Cos she's the St. Tropez whore
And if your heart is sore
You can always turn to her to calm the pain
Oh she's the St. Tropez whore
And she always wants more
So please don't leave her standing in the rain
In the rain