It was a night it was just another night. She was sayinâ€™ lots of nothing. She was none too bright. But youâ€™ll listen much to anythinâ€™. When anythinâ€™s in sight wonâ€™t ya!. Double back trouble like a temperance hall. Sheâ€™s dealinâ€™ with the ceilinâ€™. And the writings on the wall. Then youâ€™re wishing it was over like an endless fall.. Itâ€™s a lane side fight. Oh no! another main line ride. Oh no! there ainâ€™t a train in sight. Oh no! settinâ€™ my soul on fire. Try her and buy her. Hire and fire her. Playinâ€™ the game his latest flame. Now itâ€™s a fine line between passion and dread. Foolinâ€™ and a droolinâ€™. Starts rulinâ€™ your head. To seduction destruction. Weâ€™re so easily lead. And then the dawn the so impatient telephone. The smell of disappointment. Mirror wants to pick a bone. Itâ€™s a cup of cold coffee. Like the taste of stale beer. Letâ€™s get outta here. Itâ€™s a lane side fight. Oh no! another main line ride. Oh no! there ainâ€™t a train in sight. Oh no! settinâ€™ my soul on fire. Try her and buy her. Hire and fire her. Carry the flame and make it last. Carry the blame and kiss your ass goodbye.. (written by Rankin McCafferty Agnew). Bobâ€™nâ€™Weave Music (Dunfermline).