Well girls play tennis
And the leaves distort the lines
A man checks a who*e into a hotel room
You think his wife would see the signs
Then you moan
Oh, oh, oh
You're his English Rose
The palest of skin with freckles on your nose
And the tightest of clothes
But you know from the bottom of that cultured English heart
That we will bloom
And you were doomed from the start
So I bought some cheap red wine
I thought would help my lyrics flow
But boys fight with dogs in the park outside
And now my work-rate's getting slow
And I break a string, bop-bada-ba
And my ears ring
It's not that I'm falling in like with her
It's just she makes me wanna sing
And she knows from the bottom of that cultured English heart
That we will bloom
And you were doomed from the start
Yeah, we will bloom
And you were doomed from the start