So there you were
Pelvis slipped down
Head tipped back
Hand out on the front passenger seat
Looking like some god-damn
Rock'n roll star
Talking up the flip-side
Sliding through the early hours
Of a London night.
And there was me
Long-legged and lipsticked
Thinking how you'd feel between my thighs
Like some half-cut, good-time-girl.
Getting there, fishing out my keys
And thinking,
Nobody told me there'd be days like these.
