The way that you looked at him
And then you looked at me
You must think that I'm proper blind
That I was just a stop gap
in-between his hand and his lap
Let me tell you that I wasn't born
He's back in town tonight
He's expecting you round a quarter to nine
'Cause he bores the proverbials off you
If he only knew what you thought
The lust, the lack of trust,
the temptation you fought
He's worthless, the maxims he flouts
And he's just a passing fashion