Perfect 10 The Beautiful South

[Verse 1: Paul Heaton]
She's a perfect ten, but she wears a twelve
Baby, keep a little two for me
She could be sweet sixteen, bustin' out at the seams
It's still love in the first degree

[Verse 2: Jacqui Abbott]
When he's at my gate, with a big fat eight
You wanna see the smile on my face
And even at my door, with a poor poor four
There ain't no man can replace

[Chorus: Both]
Cause we love our love in different sizes
I love her body, especially the lies
Time takes its toll, but not on the eyes
Promise me this, take me tonight

[Verse 3: Jacqui Abbott]
If he's extra large, well I'm in charge
I can work this thing on top
If he's XXL, well what the hell
Every penny don't fit the slot

[Verse 4: Paul Heaton]
Ah, the anorexic chicks, the model six
They don't hold no weight with me
Well, eight or nine, well that's just fine
But I like to hold something I can see