She said she never meant it when she said that she wanted me dead

And those plans that I found under the bed, they were all in my head

I could've been happy, I could've been sad

Well I can't remember so it can't be that bad



She's been using my fears for rubbing my nose in 

And she's been saving my tears for washing her clothes in...it's a sin



Life couldn't have been kinder to me if it tried and it tried

Except perhaps if I had more than 20p and my mind wasn't fried

Perhaps I feel happy, perhaps I feel sad

I can't tell the difference so it can't be that bad



She's been using my fears for rubbing my nose in 

And she's been saving my tears for washing her clothes in...for washing my clothes in and dipping her toes in, for washing her clothes in



Have you got it yet? 

Can't she take 'em to the launderette?