Well she’s not you
But you’re not here
Let’s make it clear
Well Nina said that she was leaving me so I stuck around for a beer

Well I’m no street kid, she’s no pretty one
Loved the bands and had a lot of fun
Said oh Sam my dearest won’t you please
Push me down another 10 degrees
Psycho junkbox
Rubber Filthy kid
Made me jealous of a boy she did
Sat right down, double dancing me
Underneath the baby dagger tree

Stood by my wall
She may seem small,
In no time at all,
well Nina died in the bedroom and I went to cry in the hall

Well she’s so you
Too much for me
Was number 3
Eventually
I love it when you talk so filthy on the phone
When I’m not home
Come here my boy
Get me some cheap gear, come and join us here,
Let’s make it clear
Well Nina said she was leavin me so I stuck around for a beer

Well she’s not you
But you’re not here
Let’s make it clear
Well Nina said that she was leaving me so I stuck around for a beer