Straight out of Camden, spring in heels, it's a Friday, and it's lazy weather   And you're looking sublime, you're all zips and pockets and bracelets made of plastic   It's a sharp relief as I shut my eyes to the sunshine as you scan the city   For the dogs in the park and the goths and punks having picnics      So give me perspective, my head is drifting   To a caffeine rush in communal kitchens   A friendly face is a rare oasis around here   So give me perspective, time to address this   A cafe/bar with no flipping guest list   Or rest my head and then shut my eyes to the streets   I'm at ninety degrees      A kick in the teeth, it's the working week and I'm working in the Merchant City   A new pair of shoes, a new attitude and it's chaos in the boardroom   There's a chart on the wall, it's an old school blackboard with chalk lines, and the lines are falling   And if Dolly was working nine to five she'd be burned out in the printroom sticking staples in her eyes      So give me perspective, my head is drifting   To college work in communal kitchens   And overtime is just fiction from outdated minds   So give me direction, time for reflection   And I want you dancing without exception   Or rest my head and then shut my eyes to the streets   I'm at ninety degrees      And all of a sudden you catch yourself, it's a weeknight, and it's hell tomorrow   And if Dolly was working nine to five she'd be burned out in the printroom sticking staples in her eyes