Violet was a silent girl
She moved out at sixteen
A semi-detached council flat
Paid for by a welfare-scheme
Packing shelves at Tesco’s
Stacking jars like pickled bricks
She met a boy named Stevie
And he was a little prick

Violet was a silent girl
And violet she fell fast
See Stevie was a wrong
But he sure knew how to charm her
Every night he’d tuck her tight
But never left the room
History repeats itself
He'd paint her black and blue and ah

She never stood a chance
The devil comes to dance