作曲 : Brett Anderson/Bernard Butler
 作词 : Brett Anderson
 Just a girl, North of England way
 Came to me one sweet December day
 Is your heart dear as cold as your room?
 Told her several times that I didn't like her tunes
 Come to me softly
 Come to me sweet
 Are we so pale because we don't eat meat?
 Are your arms dear as warm as mine?
 Things could have been so different if we only have more time
 And as I turn the page of my favourite book
 Sweet Gene Vincent was never that good
 Can you see dear as clear as me
 Ashtray eyes and bootlace ties will never set you free
 Just a girl, North of England way
 Sang to me on a darkest day
 Is your heart dear as cold as your room?
 I told her several times that I didn't like her tunes
 Sing to me softly
 Sing to me sweet
 Dreamed so weakly and you drank so neat
 Were your clothes dear as cheap as mine?
 Could have been so different if you'd
 Only had more wine
 And you'll probably never hear these lines
 Although I meant to sing them so many times
 Can you see dear the way that I do
 Times like these you must agree
 It's really up to you
 Times like these you must agree
 It's really up to you