Lyrics

Twice my age but half as jaded
Round Soho clubs we paraded
In our Mary Quant dazes
Falling asleep if the DJ was too basic

And as you wiped the rum from your cheeks
You said I was born with a wayward streak
No amount of accounts
In your blood was gonna settle that book

Seamlessly you danced across the rooms
But my seams were clunky and
Fabricated from two opposing looms

I thank my friends who pulled me away
From that malnourished embrace
I thank God they came along when they did
And they did

In practice rooms eating quiches
Trying to find musical niches
And screaming out
She lets her hair down for sure