She staggers in the garden throwing up amongst the flowers. 
 [bad word] on passions poison after closing hours. 
 She didn’t know his name, she didn’t know his address. 
 Never took a second look till he was tearing off her dress. 
 bash in the dark and then you forget her. 
 But some kind of loving lasts forever. 

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

Slightly sharp soiled she’s trying to understand 
 That everything she called her own is turning second-hand. 
 And the second-hand keeps ticking something’s kicking deep inside. 
 She’s walking in the shadows of a night, she can’t abide. 
 You don’t have to remember…NO! 
 But, some kind of loving, will last forever. 

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

 Accuser: You leave your thumbprints all over her life. 
 Accused: I didn’t mean to leave so much. 
 Reporter, don’t call it some kind of crime. 
 Call it some kind of love. 

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