I stagger in the garden throwing up amongst the flowers. [bad word] on passion poison after closing hours.
I didn’t know your name, didn’t know your address.
Never took a second look till you was tearing off my dress.
I bash in the dark then you forget her.
Some kind of loving lasts forever.

Some kind of loving turns to some kind of hatred.
Some kind of loving gets you sooner or later.
Some kind of loving locks your heart behind a brick wall.
Some kind of loving is no kind of loving at all.

Slightly sharp soiled trying to understand
That everything I called my own is turning second-hand.
The second-hand keeps ticking something’s kicking deep inside.
Waiting in the shadows for a final of my time, one night of shame,
You don’t have to remember…
But, some kind of loving lasts forever.

Some kind of loving turns to some kind of hatred.
Some kind of loving gets you sooner or later.
Some kind of loving locks your heart behind a brick wall.
Some kind of loving is no kind of loving at all.

You leave your thumbprints all over my life.
Did you mean to leave so much?
You don’t call it some kind of crime.
You call it some kind of love.

Some kind of loving turns to some kind of hatred.
Some kind of loving gets you sooner or later.
Some kind of loving locks your heart behind a brick wall.
Some kind of loving is no kind of loving at all.