Text: Pete Doherty. I Love You (But You're Green).

I was a troubled teen
Who put an advert in a magazine
To the annoyance of my imaginary lover
She questioned my integrity and this is what she said to me...

She said, 'Oh, you, you're green
You don't know what love means
Oh let me tell you'
Said, 'It tickles you pink oh yeah
But it likes to hear you scream'
Fire and damnation, lamentations
For the likes of you.

When she goes
Just let her go
If she says she's going
Just make sure she goes
Make sure she goes.

I was a troubled teen
Untroubled only in my daydreams
To the annoyance of somebody or other
Well they doubted my philosophy and this is what they said to me...

'Now you, you tee me up where you belong
But it's only blood from broken hearts
That writes the words to every song'
Oh a beatific smile for, for worthy servants
Oh but only I, only I, only I...

I can see the serpent
Oh you, you're green
You don't know what love means
Well let me tell you
It tickles you pink oh yeah
But it likes to hear you scream
Fire and damnation, lamentations
For the likes of you.

When she goes
Just let her go
If she says she's going
Just make sure she goes
Make sure she goes.

When she goes
You just let her go
If she says she's going
Just make sure she goes
Make sure she goes.