(Difford/Tilbrook)  



She was full of lies and boredom  

It came as no surprise that she would cheat  

Her nails were long and sharp  

But she didn't play the harp  

She wasn't an angel I told her  

But she wasn't able to understand my words  

Rich pickings in reverse  

I wasn't Shakespeare   

It's simple  

Did she expect me   

To kiss her feet  



A very acidic tongue   

Waggled in her head   

Life was lots of fun   

At times I had to smile  

In front of everyone   

We seemed the best of friends   

Life had just begun   

When on the roof a tile began to slip  

The house of love caved in and that was it  



She was full of tears by nature  

It came to me so clear that she would creep  

Her eyes were stale and spun  

Like marbles in the sun  

She wasn't a princess I told her  

And so I witnessed the slaying of my life  

That lasted half the night  



I wasn't Jesus   

Believe me  

Our love was seedless   

And incomplete