There’s no reason to be bored when, a face like yours is adored
by all men. Your making up for lost time, and your best ideas
were mine. At the age of twenty seven, you realised your bed was
empty. A child is what I need but your face is all I see. Those
bruises don’t betray any violence on my part, You’ve taken my
possessions and your dressing like a tart, but it’s miserable
and sluttish to be acting like I do in front of you. No matter
how you try you’ll never be as cheap as me, When people have got
no-one else they can always sleep with me, and no-one else could
be a better friend to you than me. It’s not love it just smells
like it, the scent of summer is so exciting. No matter how you
brush your teeth, I can still smell the nicotine. And there’s no
face I’d rather kiss than, your sweet face, oh when it’s smiling.
I loved you until you were bedded, and our parents still talk of
a wedding. Those bruises don’t betray any violence on my part,
You’ve taken my possessions, we’re both dressed up like tarts,
but it’s miserable and sluttish to be acting like I do in front
of you. No matter how you try you’ll never be as cheap as me,
When people have got no-one else they can always sleep with me,
and no-one else could be a better friend to you than me.