Plenty More Lyrics

Plenty More

They may walk hand in hand
Like lovers through the market square
Selecting
leather goods,
Pretending that they just don't care
They say all the boys
are monsters
All the girls are whores
So when you lose the one you
love
There's always plenty more
They may be in a club
All dressed up
waiting to meet you
Or in some garret bleak
Despairing over what to
do
All the girls are monsters
All the boys are whores
So when you lose
the one you love
There's always plenty more.