I wish it was someone elses blood on the jonnie.
It’s in my mouth and under my nails.
I wish I’d woken up in someone elses bed.
Wish I was the wind in someone elses sails.
I’ve no-one in particular in mind right now.
It was inevitable we’d end up in the sack.
I should have known you’d want to try again.
But I’m looking forward now
I’m not stepping back.
My last lover’s playing with a new man now.
It’s only three weeks we’ve been apart.
They sat together and he sent her flowers.
Well he can f**king keep that fickle disco tart.
’cause I’ve had it up to here with little
girls.
She looked ugly today day, smoking her fag.
Just like a schoolgirl trying to look grown-up.
Now I’m looking for a woman but I’ll settle
for a shag.
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