When i was young, naïve but kind,
I met a chap, the rotten cad,
who made me be his loving child,
(being ruined, it ain't so bad.)

I can't say I was wined and dined
just lemonade, some greasy chips,
he'd say that, '' being ruined is fine ''
as he clutched me in an owners grip.

He taught me how to pleasure him
and said " I'm teaching you a trade "
then made me practice on his kin
till he said " there, you've made the grade.

I play my trade on cold kerbstones
counting pennies, in my thin purse,
hearing february's cold wind moan
being ruined ain't bad, could be worse...