How you gonna do right by me?
How you gonna do wrong?
How you gonna make plans that stick
Now all of your post-its are gone?
How you gonna do right, now?
How you gonna do wrong?

Why you throwing those words at me?
Why you playing that song?
Why you filling my head back up
When there’s nothing to rest my head on?
Why you throwing those words, now?
Why you playing that song?

I was doing fine, I was doing fine here on my own
Back to me and mine, battenburg and wine …
Look how I’ve grown
And everybody says I’m scrubbing up the best I’ve ever been
It’s funny how calamity can turn
Jane into a beauty queen.

Who’s been filling my bottle up?
Who’s been keeping me warm?
Who’s been sewing my buttons on
Now all of the fabric has torn?
Who’s been filling my bottle?
Who’s been keeping me warm?

I was doing fine, I was doing fine here on my own
Back to me and mine, battenburg and wine …
Look how I’ve grown
And everybody says I’m scrubbing up the best I’ve ever been
It’s funny how calamity can turn
Jane into a beauty queen.

Where you keeping your promises?
Where you hiding your knife?
Where you driving this time of night?
Where you been all my life?
Where you keeping your promises?
Where you hiding your knife?

I was doing fine, I was doing fine here on my own
Back to me and mine, battenburg and wine …
Look how I’ve grown
And everybody says I’m scrubbing up the best I’ve ever been
It’s funny how calamity can turn
Jane into a beauty queen.