I'll never really understand why I believe you

You're so sly and underhand, I think I'll leave you now

With everything I stole since we met

I stole no kisses, just some books and the odd cigarette 

I never liked South London anyway

It must be true what they say 


Oh well, you've scuppered all my best laid plans

I can't believe you just dismiss my pleas right out of hand

I can't believe you've listed everything I stole since we met

But I stole no kisses, just some books and a butterfly net 


It's raining,

(Now it's sunny)

It's raining,

(Now it's sunny) 


I never liked twisted hate anyway

It must be true what they say