YOU'VE GOT IT WRONG In a steamed, wet window of a public house, I’m using it like a mirror and eyeing myself up. And somewhere in the corner he’s telling her a joke and I had to stick the boot in because that’s not how it goes. she’s drinking down his laughter and she don’t half love a drink. for someone I never gave half a thought to he don’t have make me think. she’s crying when i tell her he won’t bother us no more and it’ll give us time to wonder if he’s ever lied before. and somewhere in the corner I’m telling her a joke and she was crying laughing because that’s exactly how it goes.