Stacey has informed me that The 60's borrowed 20's fashion I've lost all sense of city taste I'll pick out all my favourite garms And wear them with the tightest passion I've lost the feeling in my face
The jeweller blew me away With his demands of green To circle fingers in gold I'll need a man less mean
I'm leaving pink for uv to see
Getting into flowers it seems Birds a current living hobby I needn't dress for the wild of life It's pointless to complete with petals Collars flapping, never take off So de-wing with my pocket knife
The jeweller blew me away With his demands of green To circle fingers in gold I'll need a man less mean
I'm leaving pink for uv to see
The jeweller blew me away With his demands of green To circle fingers in gold I'll need a man less mean
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