kate cleaver's house

I shave myself with blunt razors. My clothes they do me no
favours.
I go to a restaurant where the skirts on the waitresses are far too
short. I throw salt over my shoulder, for good luck cause now I walk
over, to Kate Cleavers house to tell her that I want her back with
me.
I've never had the strength to look her in the eye. Now I've lost my
patience and I'm telling her why.

On Mondays she works for the national health, Tuesdays she works for
herself. On Wednesday she went to the pictures with Katherine, Thursday
with everyone else. Friday she drank herself into a stupor, and slept
through to Saturday night. But Sunday for all the day, she would be
mine.
All I need are the drugs, and a sharp attitude. She's got holes in her
tights, and holes in her story, but I approve. All I need is a dentist,
to fix up my teeth, she wears a frown but there's a smile I can see
underneath.