Out Of Luck

With the red scrunchie for her birthday gift,

She scrapes her hair into a Croydon facelift,

Punch drunk love at sweet 16,

She thumbs a ride to Gretna Green,

Leaving something old for somewhere new,

To be with someone battered, black and blue,

She turns out her light with a song to sing,

Grabs her shoulder bag and her Argos ring,

And she says,

Without a penny, in my pocket,

I'm out of luck in this kind of town,

But I've got you right by my side,

So I won't let them drag me down,

He turned from Jack the lad into Jack the dad,

His heart was pure but the town was bad,

He had a broken heart from a broken home,

She heard his breaking voice through a broken phone,

He said "For you girl I'd walk a Swedish mile,

For a Glasgow kiss and a Chelsea smile",

So he drove til it was morning light,

And the birds will sing him to sleep tonight,

And he says,

Without a penny, in my pocket,

I'm out of luck in this kind of town,

But I've got you right by my side,

So I won't let them drag me down.