Lovehearts on an old stone building
Have no relevance now
Sherry bottles in a bus-stop litter bin
Remind me of you somehow
You look so young its frightening
Lifes been good to you
But strike me down with bolts of lightning
If I wasnt good to you too

Throw me away, throw me away again
cos I dont mind, Im still satisfied
With just a hatful of rain

Merry widows in stock gloss magazines
Dumbstruck open their mouths
And out comes some old jackpot philosophy --
Everything must pay somehow
And Ive heard you say that he just works for me,
Doing things that you cant do
But grease my palms with a hatful of currencies
I dont belong to you

Throw me away, throw me away again
cos I dont mind, Im still satisfied
With just a hatful of rain