With her hair up in her fingers, the fish and chip smell lingers
Under amber street lamps, she holds them all in her hands
The moistness of the damp night, falls silent through the lamplight
Though she's only fourteen, she really knows her content
Enough of railway sightings, there's him and her, they're lying
Hand in hand they whisper, you're my missus, I'm your mister
The moon was white and virgin, and she was on the turning
Remember your first nibble, when best friends were so little
They really took the colours, from walking with each other
And all her mates would giggle, cause they knew that she'd wiggle
All along the high street, they'd splash out all her ice cream
They'd sometimes really treat her, when it done it's mother's meter
Well he went up to the bar's door, he said that he was forced to rob
The rights of high fives, cause she was ill and she would cry
Each morning she got sicker, her mother sometimes hit her
If she'd have known this story, she would have been so sorry
He received a letter and a page, there was nothing else to do but get rid of it
Lonely in his dormitory, he'd sit and stare
Is this for real, or is it really fair?
Some case or they went, down to Coles
And his pet she cooked upon his primer, with some good local cider
She told him, in his rock sack, I think I want that chest back
To be perhaps the one who, will forever love you
To be perhaps the one who, will forever love you
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