Never cry on your own, never cry.
But when you cry.
Just try and find some perfect stranger with the tissue shoulders on.
‘Cos I know the score and it’s hard when it’s her your crying for.
Never go on your own, never go.
But when you go.
Just try to find someone or other with the GPS turned on.
‘Cos I’ve been here before and it’s hard when it’s her your crying for.
So take her and lay her in the ground.
I’ll be here waiting so patiently not making a sound.
Don’t want to lie alone.
I’ll find another with a shoestring loveheart thong