Lyrics:

To run about with no style chasing her around Dundee Making sense about as much as nonsense is meant to make sense Sleeping in cause I'm mortified to go outside today All this time and I have chnaged so much but sometimes never Keep in time All my love I am leaving here because I cannot cope with your man touching you and patronising me What's his game? I don't give a toss about what he has to say for himself or anyone for that matter Keep in time All this time I'm thinking if I could make you love me I'd be better this time, swear to God