Smitten - Stephen Duffy

Morning came to Stepney

Like it was a curse

The cramp that gripped her childhood

Was getting worse

Morning came to Stepney

As if she were the night

The darkness was receding

Like her delight

I’m smitten

I’ve been bitten

By you

And though you lived in squalor

Your comfort was immense

Within the boho splendour

Of your pretence

Fidelity is safety

But safety is a bore

She wishes for perfection

And nothing more

I’m smitten

I’ve been bitten

By you

You come on like it’s me you like

You come on like

Come on, come on, come on…

Like you’ve been smitten

You’ve been bitten

By me