You've got a lot of healing left to do
Because every time I look at you
I still see what I saw before
You can't fake it anymore, sweetheart

You'd never guess that you used to be
Quite pretty
A little bit iffy
But things have changed and you can't be the same
With three crying kids, and one more on the way

Sweet sixteen you didn't waste time
A couple of screws then nine months down the line
You're the talk of the whole estate
What a shame that you just couldn't wait


Look after the kids, have to stay at home
And the snuff won't come for free you know
Open up for all kinds of strange men
You say you'll get rich but you never say when


So why the bloody hell am I still in love with you?