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