Lyrics Paul Heaton & Jacqui Abbott – Real Love

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

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

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

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
That’s real love…