(Difford/Tilbrook)  



He stalks the club with cupid's toy   

Foremost in his mind  

Jacks his body into shape   

And leaves the rest behind  

He has a pea for a brain   

A spud for a heart   

A scar on his cheek   

And a rubber duck in his bath  

This boy doesn't give love  

This boy doesn't get love  



He stalks the club with eagle eyes   

Springing on his heels  

Likes to throw a hand of dice   

Then hang them in his wheels  

He has a crease in his jeans   

A frown on his face   

The scent of a man   

Who thinks he has taste  



She smiles as he buys her a drink   

Standing at the end of the bar  

He feels helpless when she looks in his eyes   

Suddenly there's love in his heart  



He stalks the club with such a smile   

Forever on the move  

He takes pride in looking smart   

And knowing when to groove  

He has a heart on a chain   

His picture inside   

A ring in one ear   

Dark glasses at night