Lovehearts on an old stone building 
Have no relevance now 
Sherry bottles in a bus-stop litter bin 
Remind me of you somehow 
You look so young it's frightening 
Life's been good to you 
But strike me down with bolts of lightning 
If I wasn't good to you too 

Throw me away, throw me away again 
'Cos I don't mind, I'm still satisfied 
With just a hatful of rain 

Merry widows in stock gloss magazines 
Dumbstruck open their mouths 
And out comes some old jackpot philosophy -- 
Everything must pay somehow 
And I've heard you say that he just works for me, 
Doing things that you can't do 
But grease my palms with a hatful of currencies 
I don't belong to you 

Throw me away, throw me away again 
'Cos I don't mind, I'm still satisfied 
With just a hatful of rain