Lyrics:

The kids were standing at the top of the hill
Almost naked
And writing their own will
Molly loved Pete
But he, he couldn't hear
The silent scream of his best friend

So what a lovely coincidence
Not to deal to consequence
Peter felt the same for another girl
Too worried to care about Molly
Poor, poor Molly
Poor, poor Molly
Poor, poor Molly
Poor, poor Molly
Poor, poor Molly
Poor, poor Molly
Poor, poor Molly
Poor, poor Molly
Poor, poor Molly
Poor, poor
Poor, poor Molly