作词 : Difford, Tilbrook | |
(difford/tilbrook) | |
With her hair up in his fingers | |
The fish and chips smell lingers | |
Under amber streetlamps | |
She holds the law in her hands | |
The moistness of the damp night | |
Falls silent through the lamplight | |
Although she's only fourteen | |
She really knows her courting | |
And up the railway sidings | |
There's him and her | |
They're lying | |
Hand in hand they whisper | |
You're my missus and i'm your mister | |
The moon as white and virgin | |
And she was on the turning | |
Remember your first nibble | |
When best friends were so little | |
They really trooped the colours | |
When walking with each other | |
And all her mates would giggle | |
As ladylike she'd wiggle | |
All along the high street | |
They'd splash out on an ice cream | |
He'd sometimes really treat her | |
But he'd done his mother's meter | |
Well he went off to borstal | |
He said that he was forced to | |
Rob the flats of hi fi's | |
Cuz she was ill | |
And she would cry | |
Each morning she got sicker | |
Her mother sometimes hit her | |
If she'd have known the story | |
She would have been so sorry | |
He received a letter and admitted it | |
There was nothing else to do but get rid of it | |
Lonely in his dormitory | |
He'd sit and stare | |
If this is for real | |
And is it really fair | |
Summer came so they went | |
Down to the coast in his tent | |
She cooked upon his primus | |
And sampled local cider | |
She told him in his rucksack | |
I think i want that chance back | |
To be perhaps the one who | |
Will forever love you |
zuo ci : Difford, Tilbrook | |
difford tilbrook | |
With her hair up in his fingers | |
The fish and chips smell lingers | |
Under amber streetlamps | |
She holds the law in her hands | |
The moistness of the damp night | |
Falls silent through the lamplight | |
Although she' s only fourteen | |
She really knows her courting | |
And up the railway sidings | |
There' s him and her | |
They' re lying | |
Hand in hand they whisper | |
You' re my missus and i' m your mister | |
The moon as white and virgin | |
And she was on the turning | |
Remember your first nibble | |
When best friends were so little | |
They really trooped the colours | |
When walking with each other | |
And all her mates would giggle | |
As ladylike she' d wiggle | |
All along the high street | |
They' d splash out on an ice cream | |
He' d sometimes really treat her | |
But he' d done his mother' s meter | |
Well he went off to borstal | |
He said that he was forced to | |
Rob the flats of hi fi' s | |
Cuz she was ill | |
And she would cry | |
Each morning she got sicker | |
Her mother sometimes hit her | |
If she' d have known the story | |
She would have been so sorry | |
He received a letter and admitted it | |
There was nothing else to do but get rid of it | |
Lonely in his dormitory | |
He' d sit and stare | |
If this is for real | |
And is it really fair | |
Summer came so they went | |
Down to the coast in his tent | |
She cooked upon his primus | |
And sampled local cider | |
She told him in his rucksack | |
I think i want that chance back | |
To be perhaps the one who | |
Will forever love you |
zuò cí : Difford, Tilbrook | |
difford tilbrook | |
With her hair up in his fingers | |
The fish and chips smell lingers | |
Under amber streetlamps | |
She holds the law in her hands | |
The moistness of the damp night | |
Falls silent through the lamplight | |
Although she' s only fourteen | |
She really knows her courting | |
And up the railway sidings | |
There' s him and her | |
They' re lying | |
Hand in hand they whisper | |
You' re my missus and i' m your mister | |
The moon as white and virgin | |
And she was on the turning | |
Remember your first nibble | |
When best friends were so little | |
They really trooped the colours | |
When walking with each other | |
And all her mates would giggle | |
As ladylike she' d wiggle | |
All along the high street | |
They' d splash out on an ice cream | |
He' d sometimes really treat her | |
But he' d done his mother' s meter | |
Well he went off to borstal | |
He said that he was forced to | |
Rob the flats of hi fi' s | |
Cuz she was ill | |
And she would cry | |
Each morning she got sicker | |
Her mother sometimes hit her | |
If she' d have known the story | |
She would have been so sorry | |
He received a letter and admitted it | |
There was nothing else to do but get rid of it | |
Lonely in his dormitory | |
He' d sit and stare | |
If this is for real | |
And is it really fair | |
Summer came so they went | |
Down to the coast in his tent | |
She cooked upon his primus | |
And sampled local cider | |
She told him in his rucksack | |
I think i want that chance back | |
To be perhaps the one who | |
Will forever love you |