She's no angel.He's no saint.

The battle with the bottle is nothing so novel.

It's a breath you took too late.It's a death that's worse than fate.

But it's easier to say 'I love you',than 'Yours, sincerely' I suppose.

There's a girl in this dress,there's always a girl in distress.

I don't wanna be a lover,I just wanna be your victim.

No use wishing now for any other sin.

So you take her to the pictures,trying to become a fixture.Inch by inch trying to reach her,all the way through the second feature.Worrying about your physical fitness,tell me how you got this sickness?