And now you've got your face on the scene

Page seventeen would like to meet someone like me

Our back door is open to people on their knees

Emily don't go to that house tonight

Stay on your own count your blessings

Hold onto them tight

Just one more week and the paper comes through

Just one more week and you're mine

People will say how they never saw the signs

Ugly boy in fourth form suffered a head blow

Puts up the houses in the west country

Carefully maps out the garden

Hides the letters from your sister

They're not here to understand

Emily don't go to that house tonight

Stay on your own count your blessings

Hold onto them tight

Just one more week and the paper comes through

Just one more week and you're mine

People will say how they never saw the signs