No more nights in the flat In the flat above the pet shop Hiding every picture of your boyfriend He never has to go behind my back again Because I don’t speak to him now No more fights in the

A svelte young man, eighteen lovers to his name. Well, if the rumours are true then eighteen lovers came crawling back again. I don't feel well, I've got this rattling in my chest and the doctor sa

Nineteen, you're only nineteen for God's sake, you don't need a boyfriend! Nineteen, you're only nineteen for God's sake, you don't need a boyfriend! Look what he's made you do to your arm again He