Show me, show me, show me a starry-eyed kid and I will break his jaw

I won't let him get his hopes up, I will save him from himself

Here's a picture and a note that says don't turn out like me - it's only

For you own good

Haven't you heard the word on the streets is that I lost it, called it quits

Oh well get yourself out into the sun, out from behind the gossip screens

This story is getting old

The home wrecker with the heart of gold

I've got you locked up in the trunk in my mind

Keep talking, keep this alive

Even when there's nothing left worth living for, you're still worth lying for

And I won't tell, oh no, no one has to know - it only gets worse -

When you come home I won't ask whose arms you've been in...

Darling