I'm feeling flirty Must be you heard me My knee is hurty I'm nearing thirty I'm taken to task evade Distractions fill up my nights "Look at the Cakes I made" I sing through a pair of stretched tights Continuing down the page The queen of Haverstock Hill Onto a marble stage Arrives and tells us about the Ca**ettes and catgut A squealing sackbut I toast a pine nut And serve it in my hut Downstairs they're playing trance again
That awful bendy guitar Up through the floor again It's 9 AM 'til I cry And Time And A Word, my friend Inspires me more than guitars Playing in four that end Exactly how they began Six months without an argument A girl with tresses like yours Is what I always meant I should have done this before The second or third attempt At making somebody mine Seems to have worked for now I think I'm going to be fine