Blood

I wish it was someone else’s blood on the jonnie It's in my mouth and under my nails I wish I'd woken up in someone else’s bed 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 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, smoking her fag Just like a schoolgirl trying to look grown-up Now I'm looking for a woman but I'll settle for a shag