She Finds Me
Slumped behind the door
She finds me
Rolling 'round a motor home
She finds me
About seven shillings short
Of a train ride home
She finds me
Like a dog inside a hole
She finds me
With my hands against the pane
She finds me
In a state of some distress
And it makes her cry
But that's not what she always wants
She finds me
Slumped behind the door
She finds me
With my head inside my coat
She finds me
About seven shillings short
Of a train ride home
I always do my best
But that's not what she always wants.
She finds me
She finds me.