I worship the ground that you walk on\\
give praise to the place where you sit\\
Your face and the space that you talk from\\
your teeth and those unlucky lips\\
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I gave you my name and independence\\
and the best seven years of my life\\
With twelve months suspended from sentence\\
and fifty two ovely black eyes\\
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Love ain't like the movies\\
it blisters and bruises\\
and knocks you about with its fists\\
It Leaves you a wreckage\\
all postaged and packaged\\
and [[sealed with a Glasgow kiss]]\\
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You're as pure as the driven\\
and I should be in prison\\
or under a lorry\\
because I hit you and I'm sorry\\
But love ain't like the movies\\
it blisters and bruises\\
and bites like a dobermann\\
never home sober and\\
leaves you a wreckage\\
all postaged and packaged\\
and sealed with a Glasgow kiss\\
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I desecrated the ground that you walk on\\
put nails in the place where you sit\\
I wasted the space that you talk from\\
your teeth and those unlucky lips\\