I wish it was someone elses blood on the jonnie. It's in my mouth and under my nails. I wish I'd woken up in someone elses bed. Wish I was the wind in someone elses sails. I've no-one in particular in mind right now. It was inevitable we'd end up in the sack. I should have known you'd want to try again. But I'm looking forward now I'm not stepping back. My last lover's playing with a new man now. It's only three weeks we've been apart. They sat together and he sent her flowers. Well he can f**king keep that fickle disco tart. 'Cause I've had it up to here with little girls. She looked ugly today day, smoking her fag. Just like a schoolgirl trying to look grown-up. Now I'm looking for a woman but I'll settle for a shag.