Listen closely May This phone may not be safe I have been betrayed And I must leave today Where, I cannot say Somewhere far away Maybe to the States Where no one knows my face So May, take care of the kids Tell them I love them I'll send a few quid when I can I know, this is no kind of life But you've got to be strong When your'e a fugitive's wife I'm calling from some booth No, I can't come home But this is not goodbye I love you more than life So May, take care of the kids Tell them I love them I'll send a few quid when I can I know, this is no kind of life But you've got to be strong When youre a fugitive's wife Something isn't right The streets are much too quiet The shops all locked up tight There's not one soul in sight So May, take care of the kids Tell them I love them I'll send a few quid when I can I know, this is no kind of life But you've got to be strong When you're a fugitive's wife And May, they've got me in sight There's a least twenty five It's down to a fight or a flight May...