When I was seventeen
I was chasing after dreams
In southport
I had
A lover spurned, a lesson learned
On love you've got your
I really must stop always being the childChasing his youth
There are many who have laid with meThen got up
Why can't I be on my own
Just me and the
(Race of Abel)Eat, sleep and drinkGod smiles on you contentedly(Race
I just can't get enoughI just can't get enoughAnd I
Wild wild child of the London nightProwling under cover of
You kissed my grateful skinAnd left a chain of bites
We find love, you and IIt's a new game to
Every morningNow I prayThe phantom painsNot to come againA million
A stiletto scrapes the pavement
Leaving a red streak of paint
Breaks
He's bringing troubleA suitcase of heartacheAnother sad scene on the
Don't shut your eyesWhen they're lighting up the skiesI just
Searching through the memory books
Of photographs your lovers took
Why play
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