I worship the ground that you walk on   Give praise to the place where you sit   Your face and the space that you talk from   Your teeth and those unlucky lips      I gave you my name and independence   And the best seven years of my life   With twelve months suspended from sentence   And fifty-two lovely black eyes      Love ain't like the movies   It blisters and bruises   Knocks you about with its fists   It leaves you a wreckage   All postaged and packaged   Sealed with a Glasgow kiss      You're as pure as the driven   And I should be in prison   Or under a lorry   Because I hit you and I'm sorry      But love ain't like the movies   It blisters and bruises   Bites like a Doberman   Never home sober   And leaves you a wreckage   All postaged and packaged   Sealed with a Glasgow kiss      I desecrated the ground that you walk on   Put nails in the place where you sit   I wasted the space that you talk from   Your teeth and your unlucky lips      Come kiss me   Come kiss me   Come kiss me   Come kiss me   Kiss me