I worship the ground that you walk on
Give praise to the place where you sit
Your face and the space that you talk from
Your teeth and those unlucky lipsI gave you my name and independence
And the best seven years of my life
With twelve months suspended from sentence
And fifty-two lovely black eyesLove ain't like the movies
It blisters and bruises
Knocks you about with its fists
It leaves you a wreckage
All postaged and packaged
Sealed with a Glasgow kiss
You're as pure as the driven
And I should be in prison
Or under a lorry
Because I hit you and I'm sorryBut love ain't like the movies
It blisters and bruises
Bites like a Doberman
Never home sober
And leaves you a wreckage
All postaged and packaged
Sealed with a Glasgow kissI desecrated the ground that you walk on
Put nails in the place where you sit
I wasted the space that you talk from
Your teeth and your unlucky lips
Come kiss me
Come kiss me
Come kiss me
Come kiss me
Kiss me
