You've Got It Wrong

In a steamed, wet window of a public house, I'm using it like a mirror and eyeing myself up.

And somewhere in the corner He's telling her a joke And I had to stick the boot in Because that's not how it goes.

She's drinking down his laughter And she don't half love a drink. For someone I never gave half a thought to He don't have make me think.

And somewhere in the corner He's telling her a joke And I had to stick the boot in Because that's not how it goes.

You've got it wrong, You've got it wrong, Don't make me tell you girl.

She's crying when I tell her He won't bother us no more And it'll give us time to wonder If he's ever lied before.

And somewhere in the corner I'm telling her a joke And she was crying laughing Because that's exactly how it goes.