If in stockinged feet you worry me With feelings, soft lies And too few binding bonds Drop your defences, let me rest my case Chelsea Bridge is falling Around our embrace Why shouldn't I love you? Why shouldn't I love you? The small rooms of poverty offer no escape The menu is the same Too much of nothing on your plate And when the lines of worry Don't relax when you sleep Every dream's a housing scheme A promise they won't keep I followed your career From the classroom to the tears Through every well thumbed magazine The school report, the might've been The day that you stopped fighting Was the day you stopped delighting So paint the sneer back on your face Turn off the TV and pack your case Then we'll be gone