| PART I |
| Can I nick a riz' and fiz' mate? |
| 'Bout to jump on the train |
| To the city where it’s busy, I can engage |
| In the pretty ugly love that I have for this place |
| In the pretty ugly love that I have for this place |
| Yet I’ve heard that time don’t wait for no man |
| Remember you’re alone |
| Third person versions of a romance |
| They’re knackered as the day is young |
| As the day is done |
| So would you pass the lighter, my man |
| He keeps a pouch |
| Inside that left breast pocket, now |
| Beside his heart |
| Sparked an interest since she came about |
| He keeps a pouch |
| 30 grams of Sterling’s finest, now |
| A bit ironic |
| Lost his logic |
| Writing sonnets for you |