I`ll never really understand why I believe you
You`re so sly and underhand, I think I`ll leave you now
With everything I stole since we met
I stole no kisses, just some books and the odd cigarette
I never liked South London anyway
It must be true what they say
Oh well, you`ve scuppered all my best laid plans
I can`t believe you just dismiss my pleas right out of hand
I can`t believe you`ve listed everything I stole since we met
But I stole no kisses, just some books and a butterfly net