Real Love - Paul Heaton, Jacqui Abbott

Holding hands on the street like this

That’s real love

The warm wind caresses the smell of piss

And that’s real love

The girl’s expensive, the boy’s so cheap

And no one ever wants you cheek-to-cheek

When the alleyway’s the only way

That’s real love

The same armchair for 25 years

That’s apparently love

But sanctified marriage for a couple of queers

Not from heaven above

They’re all pro-embryo, all pro-life

As long as unborn child ain’t a poof or a dyke

You’re the daredevil’s husband, you’re the knife thrower’s wife

And that’s real love…

Stealing kisses in a moonlit park

That’s real love

One bird sings, then two dogs bark

That’s real love

But calling it sex when you’re only in love

You’re backing up your guilt with the Lord above

When the sin’s the relationship you’re in

That’s real love

That’s real love…

The street lights groan, the pavements creak

And every love you have is just a hide and seek

We’re waltzing with the Devil now

And that’s real love

That’s real love…