She scurried barefoot from the front door
And with loose CDs scattered around the car floor
She drove barefoot to Chippenham
And then scurried back out again with the hand break undone
If not quite the antipode to her silk voiced dad
Her voice would still decorate any bachelor pad
Every Thursday night in the Cecil Sharp suite
But not tonight, not while these ends don't meet
He sliced and diced all her sharp retorts
As if they were byproducts of miserable thought
But she thinks in forward marches, as she does as she intends
The polar inverse of him, and his pissing in the wind

Her currency is indulgence
Allows him to compete for once

Picture whomever you're after, and I will do the same as you
Picture your fantasy, the things she says she's gonna do
Imagine yourself an environment for you to make your mark
And dramatise the inane way you recon you might win her heart

Try not to straddle the line
Between public and private at any time
You'll be refused admission
Its your own trial and error execution

And now I once said to her

Are we naturally this crazy? are we crazy at all?
Ask those around us who have formed a circle
But at least the circus, has placed interest in us
At least our antics aren't useless after all

I now say to her

It's already a defeated objective, so why need try?
My only life only had one youth and I'm waving it goodbye
A gesture of failing health
Is that I can't stay here myself
You can be the new me
Now that you have your own key
Your dad runs the cabaret lounge
And he's alright with having me around
I can chat Gilbert O'Sullivan with him in the day
That seal of approval to send me on my way

Over time you made me much more discourageable
That denied me the access to things that I was meant for
Or something like that, anyway
But that was then
Corps de Blah blah blah

Your petrified cry at ease
The scents we smelt near oak trees
As we smelt a strong sultry breeze
Strong enough to cause narcosis

What do I say?

One admirable young man
True to his intention, but not to his religion
I don't want to alienate you
With Milk Tray, flowers and frying pan piss-ups
But there is an ever growing air of urban development in this town
Which means there's an opportunity for us before the houses get pulled down

You seem to inherently know best
You seem to much prefer the rest
And joke that I ride at the very crest
Of indecisiveness and jest
My thoughts are folly and fantasy
But mirrored in you are parts of me
Keep me close, hold me tight / kinky girls all the time
We hypothetically party like its 1987 in this house

Thank the lord for small gestures
Thank the lord for second guesses
A subservient smile on your face
And Christ knows what I look like
And I love that yellow dress
That shows off your legs
Keep me close, hold me tight / kinky girls all the time
And I love that yellow dress
That shows off your legs

And I'm making it work
But I'm not sure how I've done it
And I know that there is definitely
Room for a lot of improvement
But although I am quite lonely
It doesn't really surface, does it?
But if it does, then I guess
My covers blown, its excess

But she's such a pretty girl
But I'm far too juvenile
To even approach the situation
Like a person would
But here I am, resigned
I'm such a fatalist
But there's still time for me to-
To become a better person-ish