i saw you in a parking lot
in a cadillac
your hair was black and white
and i said to you
will you be my wife?
we'll go and see the get up kids in LA
verse 2
this was make or break
what would she say?
knife in my pocket ready just incase
felt in my pocket
it felt like a spoon
in my haste i'd left the house too soon
chorus
fearing to love
longing to trust
what is the point of all this fuss?
verse 3
she said no way
i am a gay
dont like the get up kids anyway
ripped out the spoon
tore her apart
just like she'd done to my battered heart