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.