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.
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 all knows.
You've got it wrong,
got it wrong.
Don't make me take it.
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.