Music: Joe Echo/Ivan McCormick/Neil McCormick
She staggers in the garden throwing up amongst the flowers
Drunk on passion's poison after closing hours
She didn't know his name
She didn't know his address
Never took a second look 'till he was tearing off her dress
A bash in the dark and then you forget her
But some kind of loving lasts forever
Some kind of loving,
turns into some kind of hatred
Some kind of loving,
it gets you sooner or later
Some kind of loving,
locks your heart behind a brick wall
Some kind of loving,
is no kind of loving at all
Slightly shop soiled
She's trying to understand
That everything she calls her own is turning second hand
And the second hand keeps ticking, somethings kicking deep inside
She's walking in the shadows of a night she can't abide
You don't have to remember, no
But some kind of loving won't last forever
Some kind of loving,
turns into some kind of hatred
Some kind of loving,
it gets you sooner or later
Some kind of loving,
locks your heart behind a brick wall
Some kind of loving,
is no kind of loving at all
Acuse her
You leave your thumbprints all over her life
Accused
I didn't mean to leave so much
Report her
Don't call it some kind of crime
Call it some kind of love
Some kind of loving,
turns into some kind of hatred
Some kind of loving,
it gets you sooner or later
Some kind of loving,
locks your heart behind a brick wall
Some kind of loving,
is no kind of loving at all