YOU'VE GOT IT WRONG
In a steamed, wet window of a public house,
I’m using it like a mirror and eyeing myself up.
And somewhere in the corner
he’s telling her a joke
and I had to stick the boot in
because that’s not how it goes.
she’s drinking down his laughter
and she don’t half love a drink.
for someone I never gave half a thought to
he don’t have make me think.
she’s crying when i tell her
he won’t bother us no more
and it’ll give us time to wonder
if he’s ever lied before.
and somewhere in the corner
I’m telling her a joke
and she was crying laughing
because that’s exactly how it goes.