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.