Lyrics Paul Heaton & Jacqui Abbott – (Man Is) The Biggest Bitch Of All

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, wearing my best friend…

Chorus:
Same if they are Marios
Same if they are Pauls
Same if it is business suits
Or worker’s overalls
Women, keep your heads up through the pubs and clubs you trawl
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
I’m better than some poor old beggar
Holding

Holding bowl in queue
Ooh, holding bowl in queue…

Chorus

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…

As we look into the eyes
Of the partners that we vouched
We know we found our loves
Like single gloves

Down back of couch
Oh, down back of couch…

Same if they are Marios
Same if they are Pauls
Same if it is business suits
Or worker’s overalls…