Из альбома: The Legendary Pink Box
I had a picture of you.
I sliced it up in two
and half my love went in the bin,
with the letters. And the purple tie
you bought me for my birthday.
Tell me! What's his favorite colour?
is it yellow? does he like it when you
smoke in bed or burn the eggs
or spend his money on those silly things
which last for just a week
then take their place among the garbage
or with some stupid charity.
His charity. My charity's all gone,
like those records that you stole
when you rolled up our relationship
and slipped out unannounced.
Christ! you even took the cat.
Now I talk to pictures, go to bed at 10
and pretend that I'm asleep,
but the bags around my eyes betray me.
You betrayed me... I betrayed myself.
I'll live with it, and I'll find someone else.
Don't you worry... don't you hurry to the phone.
I'm happy on my own,
playing patience on the floorboard
(hell... I always lose but I don't care).