She was in, she got out.
A dead end pockmarked stoners house
She was in, she got out.
Boys drinking rubbish on the roundabout
She left on her own.
She got out first
Wait for me
She was in, she got out.
The maddening glare of the walkabout
She was in, she got out.
Pissed up lives and sleeping around
Debt ridden loves of the A40
A fruit machine at a service station
Darling darling,
Hold on
Hold on
