Текст песни Vicky Verky

With her hair up in his fingers

The fish and chips smell lingers

Under amber street lamps

She holds the law in her hands

The moistness of the damp night

Falls silent through the lamplight

Although she's only fourteen

She really knows her courting

And up the railway sidings

There's him and her they're lying

Hand in hand they whisper

You're my missus and I'm your mister

The moon as white and virgin

And she was on the turning

Remember your first nibble

When best friends were so little

They really trooped the colors

When walking with each other

And all her mates would giggle

As ladylike she'd wiggle

All along the high street

They'd splash out on an ice cream

He'd sometimes really treat her
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But he'd done his mother's meter

Well, he went off to Borstal

He said that he was forced to

Rob the flats of hi fi's

'Cause she was ill and she would cry

Each morning she got sicker

Her mother sometimes hit her

If she'd have known the story

She would have been so sorry

He received a letter and admitted it

There was nothing else to do but get rid of it

Lonely in his dormitory, he'd sit and stare

Is this for real and is it really fair?

Summer came, so they went

Down to the coast in his tent

She cooked upon his primer

And sampled local cider

She told him in his rucksack

I think, I want that chance back

To be perhaps the one who

Will forever love you

To be perhaps the one

Who will forever love you