*This is not based on a true story, I cannot stress that enough.*
The days are lonely
And the nights don't make sense
I went to look for The One
And I was feeling tense
Walking down the High Street
Popped in to the Cash Converters store
I'm sure I missed a heartbeat
As I saw her lying on the floor
Used, in good condition
Deflated breasts, a sombre gaze
Beggars cant be choosers
Inviting look got me amazed
She doesn't nag, she doesn't moan
No monthly scarlet tears
Second hand love, second hand love
Stays for years and years..
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