Narrator: 
There's a girl inside the woman 
Who's waiting to get free 
She's washed a million dishes 
She's always making tea. 
Linda: 
Could I talk to Councillor Lyons, please? 
Narrator: 
There's a girl inside the woman 
And the mother she became 
And a half rememnbered song 
Comes to her lips again. 
Linda: 
Eddie, could I talk to you? 
Narrator: 
The girl would sing the melody 
But the woman stands in doubt 
And wonders what the price would be 
For letting the young girl out. 
Linda: 
Yeh, I remember. 
Mrs Johnstone: 
(singing) It's just a light romanace, 
It's nothing cruel, 
They laid no plans, 
How it came, 
Who can explain? 
They just said 'hello', 
And foolishly they gazed, 
They should have gone 
Their seperate ways. 
Edward: 
Hey. (He mimes firing a gun.) 
Linda: 
Missed. 
Mrs Johnstone: 
(singing) It's just the same old song, 
Nothing cruel, 
Nothing wrong. 
It's just two fools, 
Who know the rules, 
But break them all, 
And grasp at half a chance 
To play their part 
In a light romance. 
Living on the never never, 
Constant as the changing weather, 
Never sure 
Who's at the door, 
Or the price 
You're gonna have to pay. 
It's just a secret glance, 
Across a room. 
A touch of hands 
That part too soon. 
That same old tune 
That always plays, 
And lets them dance as friends, 
Then stand apart, 
As the music ends. 
Loving on the never never, 
Constant as the changing weather, 
Never sure 
Who's at the door 
Or the price you're gonna have to....