They'd splash out on an ice cream
To be perhaps the one
He said that he was forced to

Summer came, so they went
Is this for real and is it really fair?
Lonely in his dormitory, he'd sit and stare
And all her mates would giggle
Her mother sometimes hit her

Each morning she got sicker
And she was on the turning
Under amber street lamps
To be perhaps the one who

They really trooped the colors
She told him in his rucksack
You're my missus and I'm your mister
Down to the coast in his tent
There was nothing else to do but get rid of it

Well, he went off to Borstal
She really knows her courting
Hand in hand they whisper
'Cause she was ill and she would cry

Falls silent through the lamplight
As ladylike she'd wiggle
Rob the flats of hi fi's
She cooked upon his primer

Although she's only fourteen
He received a letter and admitted it
Who will forever love you
If she'd have known the story
The moon as white and virgin
He'd sometimes really treat her
All along the high street

But he'd done his mother's meter
And up the railway sidings
And sampled local cider

Will forever love you
The moistness of the damp night
She holds the law in her hands
When best friends were so little
When walking with each other
There's him and her they're lying
Remember your first nibble

She would have been so sorry
I think, I want that chance back