I worship the ground that you walk on
give praise to the place where you sit
Your face and the space that you talk from
your teeth and those unlucky lips

I gave you my name and independence
and the best seven years of my life
With twelve months suspended from sentence
and fifty two ovely black eyes

Love ain't like the movies
it blisters and bruises
and knocks you about with its fists
It Leaves you a wreckage
all postaged and packaged
and sealed with a Glasgow kiss

You're as pure as the driven
and I should be in prison
or under a lorry
because I hit you and I'm sorry
But love ain't like the movies
it blisters and bruises
and bites like a dobermann
never home sober and
leaves you a wreckage
all postaged and packaged
and sealed with a Glasgow kiss

I desecrated the ground that you walk on
put nails in the place where you sit
I wasted the space that you talk from
your teeth and those unlucky lips