Two lovers sat for kisses on a wall
She asked him never leave me he told her that he wont
But the boy is young and foolish and knows it all

And he puts it about when he goes out
And stories they get told?
Yeah stories...stories get told


It's in his nature this misbehaver and misdemeanor's
And the boy he ain't no genius just keeps her on her toes

It's in his nature this misbehaver and misdemeanor's
And the boy he ain't no genius just keeps her on her toes


And these lovers trip and stumble down the road
And on the grass they fumble round and like a flower
their love grows?But by the flower grows a weed and not the kind you smoke

It raises up its ugly head and our lovers are in a choke hold
Two lovers two lovers in a hold


And I bet a bad thought don't cross her mind
And if it does she just discards it till its gone away
I bet that all the hurt she sees she feels

And there's somewhere that she stores it till its gone away?'til its gone away... all the hurt she feels...