I worship the ground that you walk on
Give praise to the place where you sit
your face and the place that you talk from
your teeth and those unlucky lips
I gave you my name and independence
and the best seven years of my life
with twelve months suspended from sentence
and fifty-two lovely black eyes
Love ain't like the movies
it blisters and bruises
and knocks you around with its fists
it leaves you a wreckage
of postage and package
sealed with Glasgow kiss
You're pure as the driven
and I should be in prison
or under a lorry
cause I hit you and I'm sorry
but love ain't like the movies
it blisters and bruises
and bites like a doberman
never home sober and
leaves you a wreckage
of postage and package
all sealed with a Glasgow kiss
I desecrate the ground that you walk on
put nails in the place where you sit
I wasted the space that you talk from
your teeth and those unlucky lips

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