Ugly children with poor complexions and greasy hair
Receive no concessions and it's a heartless world
And it's a thoughtless heartless world

Oh James, oh you're a terrible child, hide yourself away
From furnished accommodation with a view and window seat

You swear she really is the best thing that you have ever seen
But your heart is in the wrong place
Cover your face and despair yourself away
Oh you're impossible, James, hide yourself away

And it's a sin to be a saint, and you're impossible, James
And it's impossible to accept that she's impossible
And as a consequence you lock yourself away
And it's a crime to be alive and be alone and be content to be

Oh James, oh you're a terrible child, hide yourself away
And in the morning when you wake, nothing will have changed