Philistine

Pretty Philistine knocking back the Rosé wine Did you think that at the time things would ever change? You stole your eyes straight from July and your lips from June When they asked you for the earth you took them to the moon And oh, what a fabulous fall from grace And what a magical mess you've made Still not a freckle sits out of place, pretty Philistine Pretty Philistine, I used to wish that you were mine Whilst the others stood in line and I would never wait All the stories became true, he didn't marry you And now there's nothing left to do but contemplate And oh, what a difference a decade makes And what a magical mess you've made Still not a wrinkle sits out of place, pretty Philistine One more time before you go Back to the place you've known all your life I've never understood How someone who looks so good could feel so low One more time before you go Back to the place you've known all your life I've never understood How someone who looks so good could feel so low