Because I have Scottish lips
You think you can tell me you love me
Because I have Scottish lips
You are listening hard to your glands
Because I have Scottish lips
You are dancing a fling in your knickers
Your love for my Scottish lips
Knows no bounds
It's the love that is known
The love that is known to baboons
Don't love me for my Scottish lips
But my truffles and my baklava
Grilled eggplant, delicious mint salsa
Love me for my cooking!
Don't be stupid, I'm joking
I'm only joking
Get lost if you tell me you love me
When it's all for my Scottish lips
Why don't you tell me you love me for stuff
That's a bit more important than this?
Tell me you love me in spirit
Tell me you love me in soul
Or you love me in mind
Even if it's a lie
And when I reply
Look me deep in the eye
Or at least try to look the other way
Just make sure your gaze never slips
Down to my Scottish lips