You've Got the Kind of Nerve I Like
Go see them down South now
They'll see you're well looked after
See a boy there, mournful and fair
Works the tables to keep him in the share
Don't say those words again 'cause
You've got the kind of nerve I like
Tell him no don't mean he's lost her
She was young then, things were stranger
Say she's warm and well looked after
Though her heart's growing ever colder
Don't say those words again 'cause
You've got the kind of nerve I like
Though here the winds blow and Winter's stone coat
Has covered up all sun and shelter
She remembers how you held her
On the warm floor of the bunker
Don't say those words again 'cause
You've got the kind of nerve I like