On this glorious occasion   Of the splendid defeat      I wanna start from   Before the beginning   Loot wine, "Be mine, and   Then let's stay out for the night"   Ride via Park side   Semi-perilous lives   Jeer the lights in the windows   Of all safe and stable homes      But wondering then, well what   Could peace of mind be like?   Anyway do you want to hear   Our story, or not?   As the Fulham road lights   Stretch and invite into the night   From a Stevenage overspill   We'd kill to live around      South West 6 with someone like you   Keep thieves' hours   With someone like you   As long as it slides   You stalk the house   In a low-cut blouse   "Oh Christ, another stifled   Friday night"      And the Fulham road lights   Stretch and invite into the night   Well, I was fifteen   What could I know?   When the gulf between   All the things I need   And the things I receive   Is an ancient ocean   Wide, wild, lost, uncrossed      Still I maintain there's nothing   Wrong with you   You do all that you do   Because it's all you can do   Well, I was fifteen   Where could I go?   With a soul full of loathing   For stinging bureaucracy      Making it anything   Other than easy   For working girls like me   With my hands on my head   I flop on your bed   With a head full of dread   For all I've ever said      Maladjusted, maladjusted   Maladjusted, maladjusted   Never to be trusted   Oh, never to be trusted   There's nothing wrong with you, oh   There's nothing wrong with you, oh   There's nothing wrong with you, oh   There's nothing wrong with you   There's nothing wrong with you