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 ovely black eyes      Love ain't like the movies   it blisters and bruises   and knocks you about with its fists   It Leaves you a wreckage   all postaged and packaged   and 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   and bites like a dobermann   never home sober and   leaves you a wreckage   all postaged and packaged   and 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 those unlucky lips