Cut off your nose to spite your friends
Breathing holes that will never end and
Speak all you want or just pretend
Cos you think she is a different class
So she sits all day by the looking glass, oh
It doesn't talk, it doesn't last 

But it's not what I've heard you know
picture speaks a thousand words
But baby don't feel down
I left my heart in the provincial town, yeah 

You sold your soul for magic beans
Don't believe all you read [bad word] screens and
These things they mean nothing to me
Rimpton stain came off the track
You go there once and you [bad word] back, oh 

Good that's what I say 

But it's not what I've heard you know it
Cut your losses, shoot the poets
And one day [bad word] down
To find yourself in the provincial town 

But it's not what I've heard you know
picture speaks a thousand words
But baby don't feel down
I left my heart in the provincial town, yeah 

But it's not what I've heard you know it
Cut your losses, shoot the poets
And one day [bad word] down
Oh, to find yourself in the provincial town