Baby I know I've done you wrong
 But maybe if we are strong
 We can kinda put it right
 And the weekend will kinda be alright
 Someday and it's gonna be soon
 If it's not impossible, like us sleeping on the moon
 We'll get us a mortgage and grown up stuff like that
 Or else we'll bottle and inject all the good times
 That we've had
 That's a ******* likely story
 Orpheus won't watch Jackanory
 There's make-up and ice cream and stubble on my face
 And your clothes are pronounced "Versace" and not "Verse-ace"
 And right now, as I'm talking to you I wanna kiss ya
 Until you turn blue
 Tie you up with words
 And want you till it hurts
 And then i'l need you some more
 We've done our time in the bedrooms of the poor
 I'm jealous of Pablo and you
 He will never paint me and all the money in the world
 Will never make me
 You'll never make me a beautiful girl
 A beautiful girl
 She's eating roses in the cinema of my dreams
 I asked my waitress exactly what this means
 There's no place for beauty, not in here, son
 Take it outside with all your hopes, when you're done
 Oh, Depressed? you bet
 It's such a shame that i'm sleeping in the bed
 Where you laid
 This is not an exit that's what the label said
 And so I knocked back a short
 We're done out time
 In the pubs of the north
 I'm jealous of Pablo and you
 He will never paint me and all the money in the world
 Will never make me
 You'll never make me
 I'm jealous of Pablo and you
 He will never paint me and all the money in the world
 Will never make me
 You'll never make me a beautiful girl
 A beautiful girl