She dreams of Staten Island
She never ever dreams of Walthamstow
Her friends are getting married

Getting their hair cut like Jill Dando
She hopes that Terry Soams won't ask her out tonight
For the fourth time

She wants to be alone

With the curtains drawn and the stereo on

She swings her hips and dances to the Wu-Tang Clan
And the sadness ebbs away now
She shuts her eyes and throws her head up high

It's better when there's no one around
And she's feeling something real now


And on the train home everyone moves away
Because she stinks of work
And she does, and she knows so it doesn't hurt

And in her mind she pictures ODB
In his prison cell alone
It's not wrong to want to be alone

She would tell him so

With the curtains drawn and the stereo on

She swings her hips and dances to the Wu-Tang Clan
And the sadness ebbs away now
She shuts her eyes and throws her head up high

It's better when there's no one around
And she's feeling something real now


And RZA, Ghostface Killah, Inspectah Deck
Golden Arms will hold the time out of harm
In the council flat tonight

And the thought hits her at 105 BPM
That sometimes for a second
She believes that everything will be alright

Everything will be alright
Everything will be alright
Everything will be alright