I'll never really understand why I believe you You're so sly and underhand, I think I'll leave you now With everything I stole since we met I stole no kisses, just some books and the odd cigarette I never liked South London anyway It must be true what they say Oh well, you've scuppered all my best laid plans I can't believe you just dismiss my pleas right out of hand I can't believe you've listed everything I stole since we met But I stole no kisses, just some books and a butterfly net It's raining, (Now it's sunny) It's raining, (Now it's sunny) I never liked twisted hate anyway It must be true what they say