P.T.A. (Parent Teacher Association) Pulp

I know I'm getting on
And you're so very young
But would you like to stay
Until next Saturday or Sunday?

I'll give you your own room
It's next door to my room
And some time in the night
Well, maybe I just might

Oh take your clothes off, won't you, please?
You don't have to talk to me
Just leave the light on, so I can see
You've got everything I need, oh yeah

You know I can't forget
That special night we met
At the local P.T.A
When your mother came to say
That you'd been taking days off school
I turned and looked at you
I said, "Yes, I understand
I'm gonna take this girl in hand"

Oh take your clothes off, one two three
No, you don't have to talk to me
Just leave the light on, so I can see
You've got everything you need, oh yeah