You've Got It Wrong

In a steamed, wet window of a public house,

I’m using it like a mirror and eyeing myself up.

And somewhere in the corner

He’s telling her a joke

And I had to stick the boot in

Because that’s not how it goes.

She’s drinking down his laughter

And she don’t half love a drink.

For someone I never gave half a thought to

He don’t have make me think.

And somewhere in the corner

He’s telling her a joke

And I had to stick the boot in

Because that’s not how it goes.

You've got it wrong,

You've got it wrong,

Don't make me tell you girl.

She’s crying when I tell her

He won’t bother us no more

And it’ll give us time to wonder

If he’s ever lied before.

And somewhere in the corner

I’m telling her a joke

And she was crying laughing

Because that’s exactly how it goes.