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