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-cking keep that fickle disco tart.
’cause i’ve had it up to here with little girls.
she looked ugly today day, smoking her f-g.
just like a schoolgirl trying to look grown-up.
now i’m looking for a woman but i’ll settle for a sh-g.