Plenty More

They may walk hand in hand

Like lovers through the market square

Selecting leather goods

Pretending that they just dont careThey say all the boys are monsters

All the girls are whores

So when you lose the one you love

Theres always plenty moreThey may be in a club

All dressed up waiting to meet you

Or in some garret bleak

Despairing over what to doAll the girls are monsters

All the boys are whores

So when you lose the one you love

Theres always plenty moreSo when you lose the one you love

Theres always plenty more

So when you lose the one you love

Theres always plenty more

So when you lose the one you love

Theres always plenty more plenty more

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