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
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
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
And she was crying laughing
Because that’s exactly how it goes