Black Contact Lenses

All you ever wanted was to write a song as perfect as
«Take the skinheads bowling» but of course you never did
Ah you would have settled for a lifetime in that lover who swapped you for
Another and much inferior kid
You lost most of your money and your tan and your muscles
On your last trip to Brussels with your Italian pet
And you didn’t get laid and you didn’t get paid
And you havn’t even made a good song of it yet
All the words she worte to you were spelt wrong or were lies
And she bought black contact lenss when you said you liked her yes