She's no angel.
He's no saint.

But it's easier to say 'I love you',
than 'Yours, sincerely' I suppose.

There's a girl in this dress,
there's always a girl in distress.

I don't wanna be a lover,
I just wanna be your victim.

So you take her to the pictures,
trying to become a fixture.
Inch by inch trying to reach her,
all the way through the second feature.
Worrying about your physical fitness,
tell me how you got this sickness?

No use wishing now for any other sin.