Blood
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 fucking keep that fickle disco tart
'Cause I've had it up to here with little girls
She looked ugly today, day, smoking a fag
Just like a schoolgirl trying to look grown up
Now I'm looking for a woman but I'll settle for a shag