Lyrics:

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