can remember the first girl that I did love    It was Stephanie    In kindergarten arithmetic classes she used to    Sit next to me    I'd pass her sticky sweets under the table    Where the teacher couldn't see    Although she wouldn't remember me now    Sometimes I wonder where she can be       I can remember the first girl I kissed    It was Christine when I was ten    I'd been told we were moving away    I thought I'd never see her again    Oh don't forget me    I'll be back when they let me    Before you learn how to lie when you're leaving    Love is so much easier then       And at school would you believe three hundred boys    And no girls at all    But you're a fool if you should leave    Just think of the joys of rugby football    And prep in the morning and Brylcreem and acne    And cross-country running to kill evil thoughts    I'm surprised that I survived    I ran ten thousand miles with my back to the wall       I can remember the first girl that I made love to    It was in a park    In the lower pleasure gardens in Bournemouth    In summer just after dark    My mind was reeling: Oh what a feeling.    I missed the bus and walked twelve miles home    And it really didn't seem far       And all through my seventeenth summer    Running together from crowds and ties    Taking our clothes off and feeling each other    With fingers and senses and mouths and eyes    Incurring the glances of old disapproval    From elderly local inhabitant's eyes    Oh time, time we hardly even knew you    You didn't touch us with your lies       In the halcyon days of my late adolescence    My goal seemed clearly in sight    Playing electric guitar with a beat group    We set the ballrooms alight    Camping it up for the dyed blonde receptionists    Who told us we were al-ri-yi-yight    On an ego trip for a teenage superstar    On thirty shillings a nigh-yight       And so it fell that I came up to London    To look for fortune and fame    Starry eyed in my seaside successes    And much too sure of the game    First girl I met thereI thought I'd get there    But the first girl was nearly the last girl    She left my eyes in the drain    She sat on my floor in the dead of the night    Rolling a joint and looking round for a light    Her clothes were so black and her face was so white    How could I know what was right?       And I sat all huddled upon my bed    Watching her in my innocence    And it was no sense at all, but too much sense    That took me to the bridge of impotence    Oh Artaud's anthology lay spread on the floor    And the thoughts that she gave me,    I'd not met before    And stranded half hypnotised,    I watched her in awe    Of everything that she stood for       And I wanted more than anything to be like her with every sense    But it was no sense at all, but too much sense    That took me to the bridge of impotence    She came over to me and kissed me in play    Taking my hand between her legs as she lay    And she looked in my eyes but I turned them away    Finding no words fit to say       And I hated myself, but could not move    Shattered in my confidence    But it was no sense at all, but too much sense    That took me to the bridge of impotence    Now the stare of the lightbulb tore holes in my brain    As she got up in the silence that hung like a stain    And I wanted to speak, or to call out her name    But how could I begin to explain?       And my prosecuting room still holds    A strand of her hair in evidence    But it was no sense at all, but too much sense    That took me to the bridge of impotence    Oh I still think about her when the night fills with rain    And speaks in its voices uneasy and vain    And I think were I maybe to find her again    Oh I'd probably see her more plain       And I should have known she was just like me    It was after all only common-sense    But it was no sense at all, but too much sense    That took me to the bridge of impotence    But it was no sense at all, but too much sense    That took me to the bridge of impotence       At first I didn't go out much at all    I just stayed at home in my chains    Picking over the threads of my confidence    And searching for the remains    And when I couldn't stand any more of it    Going down to a club    Mixing in with the sounds and the crowds    I let the music cover me up       And only, lonely, the harlequins and painted phonies    Pick their ways, through the haze    Of highs and lows and blues    And all that I could do was to pick my way to you    Though I didn't tell you    You were just a thing to prove    I was hungry when found you, but I'm alright now       They sigh, they lie, the refugees and superheroes    On ice, so nice to see you, what's your name?    And all that I could do was to say the same to you    Take you for the moment, though the moment wasn't true    But I was hungry when I found you and I'm alright now       Though the street lamp cut through the curfew    It shed no light on our mind    It would have been so easy to love you    At any other time    Only, lonely, you came to me the night hung coldly    In your eyes, some other time I might have stayed with you    But all that I could do was to turn around to you    Thanks for what you gave me now it's time to say "Adieu"    I was hungry when I found you but I'm alright now.       Ba ba ba alright now       And so it came that I stood disillusioned    By everything I'd been told    I just didn't believe love existed    They were all just digging for gold    Widows and bankers and typists and businessmen    Loved each other they said    But all it was though was just a manoeuvre    The quickest way into bed       And so I followed the others' example    And jumped into the melee    In the hunting grounds of Earls Court and Swiss Cottage    I did my best to get laid    Beer cans and parties, deb girls and arties    Bouncing around in the social confusion    Missing and making the grade       The very first time I must confess    I thought you'd be like all of the rest    And we'd be strangers once again    By the time we were dressed    But when you'd smoked your cigarette    And talked of some people that we'd me    I found myself asking was it set,    did you have to go yet       And so you laughed and then kissed me    And stayed for the whole weekend    Although the bed was so narrow    We had to sleep end to end       And so the weeks passed through my brain    In their dadaistic chain    I found myself seeing you again, and again and again    And all you gave you gave it free    Asking for nothing back from me    You gave yourself unselfishly as a part of me    And where I thought that just plucking    The fruits of the bed was enough    It grew to be less like fucking    And more like making love       Of all the girls I ever knew    some loved and some denied me    And all the words I ever said    have been no use to hide me    And all the songs I ever sung    each one of them untied me    And all the girls I ever loved    have left themselves inside me