Pretty Philistine knocking back the Rosé wine

Did you think that at the time things would ever change?

You stole your eyes straight from July and your lips from June

When they asked you for the earth you took them to the moon

And oh, what a fabulous fall from grace

And what a magical mess you've made

Still not a freckle sits out of place, pretty Philistine

Pretty Philistine, I used to wish that you were mine

Whilst the others stood in line and I would never wait

All the stories became true, he didn't marry you

And now there's nothing left to do but contemplate

And oh, what a difference a decade makes

And what a magical mess you've made

Still not a wrinkle sits out of place, pretty Philistine

One more time before you go

Back to the place you've known all your life

I've never understood

How someone who looks so good could feel so low

One more time before you go

Back to the place you've known all your life

I've never understood

How someone who looks so good could feel so low