Out Of Luck

With a red scrunchie for her birthday gift, She scrapes her hair into a Croyden facelift. Punch-Drunk, lover's sweet sixteen. She thumbs a ride to Gretna Green. Leaving something old, for somewhere new. To be with someone battered black and blue. She turns out her light with a song to sing. Grabs her shoulder bag and her Argos ring. And she says: Without a penny, in my pocket. Well i'm out of luck. In this kind of town. But i got you Right by my side So i won't let let them No i won't let them drag me down No oh oh. I won't let them drag me down No oh oh, I won't let them drag me down No oh oh. You turned from Jack the Lad Into Jack the dad. Well, his heart was pure, But the town was bad. He had a broken heart and a broken home. She heard his breaking voice through a broken phone. And he said, for you girl i'd walk a Sweedish mile. For a Glasgow kiss and a Chelsea smile. So he drove till it was morning light. And the birds will sing him to sleep tonight. And he says, Without a penny, in my pocket. Well i'm out of luck. In this kind of town. But i got you Right by my side So i won't let let them No i won't let them No i won't let them drag me down No oh oh, I won't let them drag me down No oh oh, I won't let them drag me down No oh oh, I won't let them drag me down.