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