Met the lad through a friend of a friend
She didn't know too
much about him
Knocked about in different ends
Rumours travel fast and
information tends
To end up in the right ear
Of the wrong men
And I knew some lads
who've had a sport
Of bother with him ain't too uncommon
We all live each other's pocket
What's alarming is that he's
so unpopular with the women
Week one must be love, fine and dandy
You moved into your flat,
sex on tap was zandy
Grateful of the company,
you know you feel alive
Week two, house is full,
cocaine parties
Bouncing you off the walls, loving hard
You've got a fag burnt in your carpet
Your car's gone off the drive
From the Greek islands to her twos
Up on the Mayfair in the precinct
Used to walk her home from parties
Now she walks her baby
up and down the high street
Saw her briefly last week
I hope to God that she, he, he knows
She's still as beautiful as she was
When I first kissed her on
the Millborough
And every time I see no bloke
he's been path -chested
Got a chip on his shoulder
and his attitude's salted
He's tensed up, fist -clenched,
looking restless
What's your problem, son?
And he promised you
that he never raises hands
He must have had his fingers crossed,
his punches still land
He claims autopilot
but he's a fully grown man
You know you saw yourself out son
So week three arrives, black lip is thick
You got your head buried in the toilet
piss on a stick
Praying placebo that the test is negative
And it comes out positive
Week four you move
back in with your mum
for protection of yourself and
your little bump to come
I don't blame you for feeling a run.
You know, that's no way
to live
From the Greek islands to a twos
up on a Mayfair in the precinct
Used to walk her home from parties,
now she walks her baby
up and down the high street
Saw her briefly last week,
hope to God that she knows
She's still as beautiful as she was
when I first kissed her on
the Millbrook Road
All the gaps in the cracks in your statements,
your memories,
your past and future relations
New arrangements,
won't you try your vise, my love
Now you see it all a little more clearly
Start speaking loud enough
that you didn't hear me
Not even nearly,
won't you try your vise, my love
From the Greek islands
22's up on a Mayfair in the precincts
I used to walk her home from parties
And now she walks her baby
up and down the high street
I saw her briefly last week
I hope to God that she knows
She's still as beautiful as she was
When I first kissed her