Oh, heaven preserve us because they don't deserve us
He's in prison now she's running with his mates
You'd better roll over and go to sleep if you don't come clean
They say they're very sorry but you are not desired
And so a young blade becomes a has been
They say they're very sorry but you are not desired
Oh, heaven preserve us because they don't deserve us
Oh, heaven preserve us because they don't deserve us
And in every home there will be lots of time
She's only thirty-five goin' on seventeen
Holdin' your life in your hand
A year after the wedding he broke all their china plates
I will be all yours, you might have been admired
And in every home there will be lots of time
On a [Incomprehensible] if he ever finds her in between the sheets
Lyin' on a slag heap of blankets and magazines
She's only thirty-five goin' on seventeen gonna cop a packet
Looking for a new twist
I will be all yours, you might have been admired
Sees him every Sunday and he asks her where she's been
With an artificial limp wrist
