There she was standing in a champion jumper
All the boys lined up to get her made up number
No one ever knew if they would see her again
But they tried, they tried
Tired of the red men she would cross the street
And turn her back on every green man lying at her feet
Making plans or breaking plans or not
Heartshot
Dr. Martens and a worn out smile and her eyeliner ain't what it was
She talks about getting out of this city
And make up for the time that she's lost
On the highway to remedy where the exits are all out of bounds
She takes a sip from her costa as she sighs, another time
There's just too much at uni right now
There's just too much that ties me down
There's never ever gonna be enough money to bring me round
She's in a band and she's playing cool
'Cuz she is stylish with good etiquette
A boyfriend would be way too much of a hassle for one young brunette
Rock n roll is not the same as what her dad says that it used to be
And once the radio starts to play that
Hollywood pop she will leave
There's just too much at uni right now
There's just too much that ties me down
There's never ever gonna be enough money to bring me round
There she was standing in a champion jumper
All the boys lined up to get her made up number
No one ever knew if they would see her again
But they tried, they tried
Tired of the red men she would cross the street
And turn her back on every green man lying at her feet
Making plans or breaking plans or not
Heartshot
So come Friday with a gig in town and
She'll be there with the rest of the team
You can either give in to their charm
Or you can walk away from the dream
A few pints and a chat away is a night of excitement and shots
But we knew what would happen if you tried to tie any knots
There's just too much at uni right now
She's just moved up north to get high
There's never ever gonna be enough money
To bring her round
There she was standing in a champion jumper
All the boys lined up to get her made up number
No one ever knew if they would see her again
But they tried, they tried
Tired of the red men she would cross the street
And turn her back on every green man lying at her feet
Making plans or breaking plans or not
Heartshot