She had a boyfriend, I had a wife & child
she's into Tolkien, I prefer Oscar Wilde
she was a lady & I, only half the man
She reads the tabloids, I read the daily news
she's into fashion, I prefer them nude
she was raised catholic, I was a boy abused
I tried your charm, but my heart wasn't in it
although I did love your mystical eyes
but Christ you're a chatter box
eyes stare neath ginger locks
It would be better, if we did not speak
let us just lie here, let our emotions leap
to those conclusion our thoughts would quick deny
We're not supposed to, we both knew way down deep
but if we want to, we could do more than sleep
it's our first morning, but this will be my last goodbye
I felt her warmth but my heart wasn't in it
although I did love her fairytale smile
this girl was no Goldilocks
she's more like the forest fox
She's back in Hampton, I'm back on Fenton street
she's watching starlight, I'm watching children sleep
back where we started, but both a little incomplete
She's still successful, I'm not that way inclined
She's still a poet, I just wrote words that rhymed
She is a Capricorn, me? I am a "Keep away" sign.
A true hidden treasure of a song writer. This gent has been capturing songs in demo form on old tape recorders since the 80s. . . and he's still capturing his magic sounds in his secret basement. Damien Youth