Can't Tell Me

I'd seen it all that afternoon I'd seen it all, and your brother's too You showed me round your mother's front room And dropped your pants Took off your shoes You can't tell me now that you're laid You can't sell me now that you're paid You can't shelve me now that you're made You can't tell me now that you're laid You have a flair for taking off clothes You left me there and nobody knows how you came round four times that day and had your way, walked away You can't tell me now that you're laid You can't sell me now that you're laid You can't tell me now that you're laid You can't sell me now that you're paid You can't shelve me now that you're made You can't tell me now that I'm laid