I wish it was someone else's blood on the johnnie. It's in my mouth and under my nails. I wish I'd woken up in someone else's bed. I wish I was the wind in someone else's sails. I've no-one in particular in mind right now. It was inevitable we'd end up in the sack. I should have known you'd want to try again. But I'm looking forward now, I'm not stepping back. And my last lover's playing with a new man now. It's only three weeks we've been apart. They sat together and he sent her flowers. Well he can f****** keep that fickle disco tart. Cos I've had it up to here with little girls. She looked ugly today day, smoking a f**. Just like a schoolgirl trying to look grown-up. Now I'm looking for a woman but I'll settle for a s***.