My Discarded Men

My Discarded Men - Eartha Kitt/Bronski Beat

Written by：Steve/Bronski/RR

I'd like to tell a little story

That's been told time and time again

About the foolish men

Who chased me

My discarded men

They used to tell me they loved me

But I knew better than them

I'd find them looking around the corner

My discarded men

Piercing eyes with a vension

Tell them to count to ten

They'd bribe me with their diamonds

My discarded men

Telephone calls in the evening

They'd drive me round the bend

Cavayar champagne and roses

From my discarded men

Chased me after a fashion

I could never pretend

No substitute for passion

My discarded men

You think

You can thrill me

Ha ha ha ha

You can think again

Watch out or you might become

One of my discarded men

I'd like to dress up in sequins

And treat myself now and then

Perhaps I'll give a little favor

To one of my discarded men

Ha ha ha

You think you can win me

And be my special friend

Just take a tip from the others

Grr

My discarded men

My discarded men