I'll never really understand why I believe you You're so sly and underhand, I think I'll leave you now With everything I stole since we met I stole no kisses, just some books and the odd cigarette I never liked South London anyway It must be true what they say
Oh well, you've scuppered all my best laid plans I can't believe you just dismiss my pleas right out of hand I can't believe you've listed everything I stole since we met But I stole no kisses, just some books and a butterfly net