Come and see me i'm beautiful
before I go to waste...

Narnia it is, she says
with a bottle of fizz...

Forget my woes
yet for the sake of grace...

Let me take you by the hand
i'll show you love...

I'd pick a pocket just for you
poach a soul and stick it on with glue...

"Your all feckin mad
every last one of ya...

Shattered, beaten, battered and bruised
I'll live this curse, there's nothing to lose...

I'm not the man I thought i'd be
not like you, my friend...

Rendezvous with a stereotypical stranger
hats off to you sir, wearing and tearing, BC to AD...