DESCRIPTION:
Album cut of Vicky Verky by Squeeze - from the album Argy Bargy

With her hair up in his fingers the fish and chips smell lingers
Under amber streetlamps 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 siding 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 colours 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 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 cuz 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
If this is for real
And is it really fair

Summer came so they went down to the coast in his tent
She cooked upon his primus 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