Chivalry - Marsicans

Loneliness

Has since departed her, no-one has carted her off

And jealousy, can turn quite vicious, no-one will wish us away

And I’ll hold the door open for you, and I’ll buy you lots of fancy shoes

Give her your coat when you start to get chills, piggyback up the steepest of

hills

And Chivalry’s not dead, it’s just bruised and battered

It’s gone to the shops, its pieces scattered

Chivalry’s not dead, but it’s long gone from here

Chivalry’s not dead, into me it strikes fear

Honesty has never elated her, escaped from the biscuit tin

And it might sound petty, but his favourite handshake only did make that bit

worse

And I’ll hold the door open for you, and I’ll buy you lots of fancy shoes

Give her your coat when you start to get chills, piggyback up the steepest of

hills

And Chivalry’s not dead, it’s just bruised and battered

It’s gone to the shops, its pieces scattered

Chivalry’s not dead, but it’s long gone from here

Chivalry’s not dead, into me it strikes fear

Chivalry’s not dead, it’s just bruised and battered

It’s gone to the shops, its pieces scattered

Chivalry’s not dead, but it’s long gone from here

Chivalry’s not dead, into me it strikes fear

Fear, ooh

Fear

Fear, ooh