In a steamed, wet window of a public house, I'm using it like a mirror and eyeing myself up. And somewhere in the corner He's telling her a joke And i had to stick the boot in Because that's not how it goes. She's drinking down his laughter And she don't half love a drink. For someone i never gave half a thought to He don't have make me think. She's crying when i tell her He won't bother us no more And it'll give us time to wonder If he's ever lied before. And somewhere in the corner I'm telling her a joke And she was crying laughing Because that's exactly how it goes.