she was washing the dishes, she burst into tears
it was her time of the month, she was up to her ears
I put my arms around her neck, I said "sit down a while,
cry as much as you like, I'll do the dishes
tell me what's on your mind..."

there is a poor little boy that she found too rich
and its all your fault, when you're half asleep
she's lucky, she doesn't have to shave
I'm so lucky I'm not that broke up with pain

her eyes are like pools, filled with newly wet tears
she was sat doubled up, with her hands on her ears
I felt useless, I smiled and I said
I was sweet as I could be, as I poured in some milk in with my flour
love was ready to will

there is a poor little boy that she found too rich
and its all your fault, when you're half asleep
she's lucky, she doesn't have to shave
I'm so lucky I'm not that broke up with pain

A fairy tale picture, we played down on the floor
it was match of the day, on the tv once more
I fell asleep at half-time, we had had a raggers up
it was kisses and cuddles at the end of the day
she's the one that I love.

there is a poor little boy that she found too rich
and its all your fault, when you're half asleep
she's lucky, she doesn't have to shave
I'm so lucky I'm not that broke up with pain

there's a point that you reach, 
head held down, lost for speech, 
patience gone, tactness late, 
its so swamped, face to face

there is a poor little boy that she found too rich
and its all your fault, when you're half asleep
she's lucky, she doesn't have to shave
I'm so lucky I'm not that broke up with pain