I should have known
We were both still fighting a war
Pre-dating us by 500 years
That for all the motorways and express trains
The Pennines could still beat us
That your theatre would confuse me
And I would clap in the wrong places
Just as my words would confuse you later in the night
And I would have to keep repeating myself
I should have known
When I let you hold me in your factory strong workman's arms
When I let you put your gritty industrial hands all over me
That it would take more than a few hot baths to wash the inky
fingerprints off
I should have known
That when I said yes and thought I was strong
I should have known
I was wrong I was wrong I was wrong
