Lyrics

They set up their own home on a part-time job and a student loan She just can't stand still She spins so fast it makes him ill And he loves her, and he hopes she'll never do the things she says She says them for the hell of it She knows she shouldn't torture him these ways somedays He looks at fridges and washing machines She laughs at his stupid dreams She's still spinning round and round while both his feet are on the ground And he loves her, and he hopes she'll never do the things she says She says them for the hell of it She knows she shouldn't torture him these ways somedays She thinks about being free He makes a cup of tea She can't stand it anymore and spinning now she slams the door And he loves her, but he knows she'll never mean the things she says She says them for the hell of it She doesn't know she tourtures him these ways somedays