Loneliness has since departed her, no-one has carted her off
And Jealousy can turn quite vicious, no-one will wish us away
I'll hold the door open for you, I'll buy you lots of fancy shoes
Give her your coat when you start to get chills, piggyback up the steepest of hills
Chivalry's not dead, it's just bruised and battered
It's gone to the shops, its pieces scattered
Chivalry's not dead, but it's long gone from here
Chivalry's not dead, into me it strikes fear
Honesty has never elated her, escaped from the biscuit tin
And it might sound petty, but his favourite handshake only did make that bit worse
I'll hold the door open for you, I'll buy you lots of fancy shoes
Give her your coat when you start to get chills, piggyback up the steepest of hills
Chivalry's not dead, it's just bruised and battered
It's gone to the shops, its pieces scattered
Chivalry's not dead, but it's long gone from here
Chivalry's not dead, into me it strikes fear
