She walked in the shop and she had plasters on her heels
I said may I help you madam
She said; my life, it's a mess, can you sort it all out?
I said Ma'am I will try - tell me what it's all about
There was a chorus of "You Want Her" but I barely took it in
Though I recognised the thrill when she touched my skin.
She asked aren't you tired of people who think they're unique?
I did my very best, so help me, I tried
But the more I patched up, it seemed the more she cried
I said your life - it's tricky - has it always been this way?
When she said no.
I knew that things would never change.
A lot of girls come in the shop and they all fold their arms
I'm always very catious when I say can I help you ma'am?
But they're looking for some help that will never be real
Still she was the only one who dared to wear plasters on her heels.