| With the red scrunchie for her birthday gift
|
| She scrapes her hair into a Croydon facelift
|
| Punch drunk love at sweet 16
|
| She thumbs a ride to Gretna Green
|
| Leaving something old for somewhere new
|
| To be with someone battered, black and blue
|
| She turns out her light with a song to sing
|
| Grabs her shoulder bag and her Argos ring
|
| And she says
|
| Without a penny, in my pocket
|
| I’m out of luck in this kind of town
|
| But I’ve got you right by my side
|
| So I won’t let them drag me down
|
| He turned from Jack the lad into Jack the dad
|
| His heart was pure but the town was bad
|
| He had a broken heart from a broken home
|
| She heard his breaking voice through a broken phone
|
| He said «For you girl I’d walk a Swedish mile
|
| For a Glasgow kiss and a Chelsea smile»
|
| So he drove til it was morning light
|
| And the birds will sing him to sleep tonight
|
| And he says
|
| Without a penny, in my pocket
|
| I’m out of luck in this kind of town
|
| But I’ve got you right by my side
|
| So I won’t let them drag me down |