I worship the ground that you walk on

Give praise to the place where you sit

Your face and the space that you talk from

Your teeth and those unlucky lips



I gave you my name and independence

And the best seven years of my life

With twelve months suspended from sentence

And fity-two lovely black eyes



Love ain't like the movies

It blisters and bruises

And knocks you about with its fists

It leaves you a wreckage

All postaged and packaged

And sealed with a Glasgow kiss



You're as pure as the driven

And I should be in prison

Or under a lorry

Becuause I hit you and I'm sorry

But love ain't like the movies

It blisters and bruises

And bites like a dobermann

Never home sober and

Leaves you a wreckage

All postaged and packaged

And sealed wit a Glasgow kiss



I desecrated the ground that you walk on

Put nails in the place where you sit

I wasted the space that you talk from

Your teeth and your unlucky lips

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