Dyed my hair pink then purple
Cos I fancied a change
Oh looks I am getting
On buses and trains
And of all of my boyfriends
Well I love you the most
To have, hold you near me
Moon shinning on coast, on coast

Well he gives me goose-pimples
Or it might just be cold
It's funny just talking
About growing old
I'll be a writer of fiction
Down in oh, Mexico
Might come back for Christmas
If i come back at all, at all

Well the Summer did go by
But I won't sit and cry
We fall out so badly
And I just don't know why
Well I used to be a dreamer
Now I don't dream at all
It's hard thing just knowing
Hard living at all, at all

Well I sit here years later
With lines in my face
I get up at seven
I'm driving by eight
And all of my boyfriends
Well I hate you the most
To look in your eyes
You're a fucking disgrace, disgrace