(Difford/Tilbrook) She was full of lies and boredom It came as no surprise that she would cheat Her nails were long and sharp But she didn't play the harp She wasn't an angel I told her But she wasn't able to understand my words Rich pickings in reverse I wasn't Shakespeare It's simple Did she expect me To kiss her feet A very acidic tongue Waggled in her head Life was lots of fun At times I had to smile In front of everyone We seemed the best of friends Life had just begun When on the roof a tile began to slip The house of love caved in and that was it She was full of tears by nature It came to me so clear that she would creep Her eyes were stale and spun Like marbles in the sun She wasn't a princess I told her And so I witnessed the slaying of my life That lasted half the night I wasn't Jesus Believe me Our love was seedless And incomplete