Single to Fairwater

Dyed my hair pink then purple Cos I fancied a change Oh looks I am getting On buses and trains And of all of my boyfriends Well I love you the most To have, hold you near me Moon shinning on coast, on coast Well he gives me goose-pimples Or it might just be cold It's funny just talking About growing old I'll be a writer of fiction Down in oh, Mexico Might come back for Christmas If i come back at all, at all Well the Summer did go by But I won't sit and cry We fall out so badly And I just don't know why Well I used to be a dreamer Now I don't dream at all It's hard thing just knowing Hard living at all, at all Well I sit here years later With lines in my face I get up at seven I'm driving by eight And all of my boyfriends Well I hate you the most To look in your eyes You're a fucking disgrace, disgrace