(WildeScott)

She was sold at the paradise flats

Tell me, what d'you think of that?

No goodbye, just a pat on the back



Well I know she's made her mind up

That she don't need me around

I'm trying just to see what you're trying to do to me

Your trying to screw me down

Right through the ground oh yeah



In paradise flats there's rooms for hire,

No-one cares who you are

You won't come back, it's too late now

You've been seen too much

I know what you are

You won't come back, no you won't come back



Well I know she's made her mind up

That she don't need me around

Oh I'm trying just to see what you're trying to do to me

Your trying to screw me down

Right through the ground oh yeah