Out Of Luck

With the red scrunchie for her birthday gift
She scrapes her hair into a Croydon facelift
Punch drunk love at sweet 16
She thumbs a ride to Gretna Green
Leaving something old for somewhere new
To be with someone battered, black and blue
She turns out her light with a song to sing
Grabs her shoulder bag and her Argos ring
And she says
Without a penny, in my pocket
I’m out of luck in this kind of town
But I’ve got you right by my side
So I won’t let them drag me down
He turned from Jack the lad into Jack the dad
His heart was pure but the town was bad
He had a broken heart from a broken home
She heard his breaking voice through a broken phone
He said «For you girl I’d walk a Swedish mile
For a Glasgow kiss and a Chelsea smile»
So he drove til it was morning light
And the birds will sing him to sleep tonight
And he says
Without a penny, in my pocket
I’m out of luck in this kind of town
But I’ve got you right by my side
So I won’t let them drag me down