Lovehearts on an old stone building
Have no relevance now
Sherry bottles in a bus-stop litter bin
Remind me of you somehow
You look so young it`s frightening
Life`s been good to you
But strike me down with bolts of lightning
If I wasn`t good to you too
Throw me away, throw me away again
`Cos I don`t mind, I`m still satisfied
With just a hatful of rain
Merry widows in stock gloss magazines
Dumbstruck open their mouths
And out comes some old jackpot philosophy --
Everything must pay somehow
And I`ve heard you say that he just works for me,
Doing things that you can`t do
But grease my palms with a hatful of currencies
I don`t belong to you
Throw me away, throw me away again
`Cos I don`t mind, I`m still satisfied
With just a hatful of rain