Small wonder you`ve matured from her
She`s gone now, back in England
She got spirit, will go farther
But she can`t see the romance in the colour of your schemes
The colour of your schemes . . . oh
But you know and I that all girls are fly
And all men must die for their cars
Why blunder? There`s no wonder
You`ve been feeling six foot under
Make it happen, you - it could happen
But don`t forget to turn the light off if you`re last to leave
If you`re last to leave here
Cause you know and I that all girls are fly
And all men must die for their cars
And you know and I that all men are fly
And all girls must die, or something