she was 18 when she fell in love,

singing Greensleaves on a london bus.

with a boy she just met in some roughed up club,

she said ‘oh my God I don’t do this much.'

they made up stories about the people they passed,

shared cigarettes with some homeless drunks,

talked about love, and how stupid war is,

the world is fucked but not everything’s pointless.

since I, I think i love you, is that a little too cheesy,

and I, will do anything for you, til' the day I stop breathing.

now she’s 22 with no faith in fellas, he got her pregnant, panicked, an left her altogether,

left her with a kid born in December, this month’s hard enough but the days just get wetter

yeah she got dealt one son of a bitch, she said 'we are who we are make the most of it, I may be stoned but I love that kid, in a council home, can’t afford the rent, but just so you know I wouldn’t change a thing,

cos I, I'll always love you, is that a little too cheesy,

and I, will do anything for you, till the day I stop breathing.

I grew up with grazed knees, in a messy house,

You kept your mistake here, and I’m grateful now.

We go climbing dead trees, at our friends’ house,

she said it looks scary, just don’t look down.