There's a portrait. In a back room. Which I keep for days upon which I relent. And gaze for hours on the muscle skin and bone of some. Imaginary friend.. So how about it?. Show me please how I will look in twenty years. And let me please. Interpret history in every line and scar that's painted. There in front of me.. It doesn't matter what I'm thinking. What I tell myself to do. I'll end up calling.. I stay in to defrost the fridge. Now the kid has gone to bed. A feeling of dread.. At least when she's around the troubles there. It's worse to wake up with her falling round the room.. Listen Johnny; you're like a mother. To the girl you've fallen for. And you're still falling.. Listen Johnny;. You're like a mother to the girl you've fallen for. And you're still falling. And if she come tonight. You'll roll up tight and take whatever's coming to you now