Yes I know
The things we say
Between the sheets
That they are
Only meant
To keep the heat
Through the night
And that you hate
To get them quoted
And I can't
Be such a fool
To imaging something else

All good things
Must come to an end

I don't like
To be thrown away
Like an old
Dish-cloth
I'm hardly ever used
Just one night
But I should
Get a more realistic
View on things
Cos wishful thinking's
Leading me astray

All good things
Must come to an end