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 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 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