| Plenty More |
|---|
| They may walk hand in hand |
| Like lovers through the market square |
| Selecting leather goods |
| Pretending that they just don’t care |
| They say all the boys are monsters |
| All the girls are whores |
| So when you lose the one you love |
| There’s always plenty more |
| They may be in a club |
| All dressed up waiting to meet you |
| Or in some garret bleak |
| Despairing over what to do |
| All the girls are monsters |
| All the boys are whores |
| So when you lose the one you love |
| There’s always plenty more |
