In the pub where we learn how to talk about plans
You stand all dressed up with your vodka in hand
Oh girl, you’re waiting for a pitiful man

In the pub, at the bar with the omen I am
Alone with a pint of bitter in my hand
For a girl this is not an acceptable plan

Wipe your eyes darling, it’s OK
Meet me on the dual carriage way

Separated by motorways
The A14 and the A1
Separated by motorways
Two lonely girls go on the run

I heard from the boys you were down on your knees last night
They were worried you were looking a sight
Oh girl you’re too wonderful

At work locked away
I can’t escape from the people and the records I hate
No wonder I’m always 15 minutes late

Wipe your eyes darling, it’s OK
Meet me on the dual carriage way

Separated by motorways
The A14 and the A1
Separated by motorways
Two lonely girls go on the run

Separated by motorways
The A14 and the A1
Separated by motorways
Two lonely girls go on the run
Two lonely girls go on the run
Two lonely girls go on the run