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


Cassettes and catgut
A squealing sack but
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