With her hair up in his fingers

The fish and chips smell lingers

Under amber street lamps

She holds the law in her hands The moistness of the damp night

Falls silent through the lamplight

Although she's only fourteen

She really knows her courting And up the railway sidings

There's him and her they're lying

Hand in hand they whisper

You're my missus and I'm your mister The moon as white and virgin

And she was on the turning

Remember your first nibble

When best friends were so little They really trooped the colors

When walking with each other

And all her mates would giggle

As ladylike she'd wiggle All along the high street

They'd splash out on an ice cream

He'd sometimes really treat her

But he'd done his mother's meter Well, he went off to Borstal

He said that he was forced to

Rob the flats of hi fi's

'Cause she was ill and she would cry Each morning she got sicker

Her mother sometimes hit her

If she'd have known the story

She would have been so sorry He received a letter and admitted it

There was nothing else to do but get rid of it

Lonely in his dormitory, he'd sit and stare

Is this for real and is it really fair? Summer came, so they went

Down to the coast in his tent

She cooked upon his primer

And sampled local cider She told him in his rucksack

I think, I want that chance back

To be perhaps the one who

Will forever love you To be perhaps the one

Who will forever love you