If You Could Pull Yourself Away From That Mess


Surely If You Could Pack A Punch Then You Can Pack A Dress


Cause Hot On The Trail Of Self-pity Is Wilderness


Like Hot On The Heels Of Heartbreak Is Happiness





It's An Uphill Struggle Just To Be Yourself


And If I Climb Too Far I'll End Up On The Shelf


When Sorry's Have Been Said And Tears, Tears Have Dried


I'm Still The Easy Route To Easy Ride





If You Could Just Have A Good Word With Yourself


COnvince Yourself You're You And No-one Else


Restore Your Confidence And Your Pride


A Soldier Don't Need No-one By Their Side





It Seems As Though There's Only Me To Blame


Pushover Must Be My Middle Name


Just Because He Flushed Love Down The Drain


Doesn't Mean Your Little Heart Can't Be Reclaimed





And I Know That What I've Chosen Is Second Best


And If The Passport Was There Then I'd Say Yes


But Departure Leaves A Fully Feathered Nest


And This Easy Bird Is Easily Impressed


This Easy Bird Is Easily Impressed





Your Little Wings Broken, Nest Destroyed


The Love That He Talked Of, Null And Void


If You Knew You Were A Plaything With Which They Toyed


Your Little Heart Would Now Be The Employed





Next Time I Choose To Love I'll Take Good Aim


Miss Out On His Sweet Talk And His Blame


Then When I Miss The Target I Can't Complain


It's Only The Sure-shot Actually Feels The Pain


It's Only The Sure-shot Actually Feels The Pain