Ooh, ooh

Open on a scene
Two people dressed in green
With hours in the bank, not thoughts but shared bands
But at the end of every line he feels the need to define the word

'Cause there's sweetheart and angel and love and darling
And all those names are well and good

Bounding down Mathew Street
To a seagull melody
The smell of smoke and ale from last evening
Acquired taste of plum jerkum
Leather boots on linoleum
Reminders of the things that were once done

'Cause you know I can easily
Compare the things between you and me
An

Tell me what's wrong with me
My body, face, my hair
Tell me all my many faults
Tell me like you care

When we both know you're cruel
And we both know you're right
I could listen to you like a fool all night

What's wrong with me?
How I speak? How I dress?
Wh