I worship the ground that you walk on Give praise to the place where you sit your face and the place that you talk from your teeth and those unlucky lips I gave you my name and independence and the best seven years of my life with twelve months suspended from sentence and fifty-two lovely black eyes Love ain't like the movies it blisters and bruises and knocks you around with its fists it leaves you a wreckage of postage and package sealed with Glasgow kiss You're pure as the driven and I should be in prison or under a lorry cause I hit you and I'm sorry but love ain't like the movies it blisters and bruises and bites like a doberman never home sober and leaves you a wreckage of postage and package all sealed with a Glasgow kiss I desecrate the ground that you walk on put nails in the place where you sit I wasted the space that you talk from your teeth and those unlucky lips