Chance Would be a fine thing, would a dance be out the question

Lay down some roots in this God forsaken town

I’d grow a bit in confidence, take the haters with me.

Some come for wisdom, others adventure, look in the mirror the truth is plain to see for those who arrive and call it best to travel hopefully.

Now there’s a spark and a flame in the kitchen and something's cooking, cos I may not be as green as I’m cabbage looking

Would I be happy in this dreamy dimension all roads may take me to something I don’t need- they say that he who laughs last isn’t gifted with the greatest speed.

You may think that I fell for the eyes and I’m so easily took in , but I may not be as green as I’m cabbage looking.

So screw it all, all you know. You’re beautiful because I said so.

But there’s a twist in your free and easy and there’s a stain on your party dress, and your life is as clean and tidy as mine is in a mess.

When I’m locked on the outside of life I rarely seem to get a look in, but I may not be as green as I’m cabbage looking.

There’s a seat next to me on the front row and it just needs booking, cos I may not be as green as I’m cabbage looking.