Took the crack to the flicks just the other night We were groating on the back row, everything was alright Then a smell like a fog turned my mind from s**, I said: 'Close your legs.' She whispered something in my ear But all I wanted to do was go and drink some beer Then she did something I didn't understand She didn't watch the film, she tried to hold my hand ... 'Do you love me?' 'I f** you, don't I?' 'Do you love me?' 'I f** you, don't I?' 'Do you love me?' 'Oh, wife, give over.' I was right confused over what she'd said So I sunk ten pints down the old Bear's Head Just as I was getting a taste for it, some crack walked in And she was f**ing fit I shouted: 'Eh up! Love!' and turned on the charm I showed her my belly and tattoos on my arm: 'Don't go to Images, have chips instead,' Two weeks later, this is what she said.... 'Do you love me?' 'I f** you don't I?' 'Do you love me?' 'I f** you, don't I?' 'Do you love me?' 'I f** you, don't I?' 'Do you love me?' 'Oh, wife, give over.'