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I was born in Birmingham |
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But soon I would escape |
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With education incomplete |
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And two songs on a tape |
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When my girlfriend was expelled |
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We took the London coach |
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Her sister gave her daffodils |
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Her mother, an old brooch |
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And she smiled and she smiled |
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And she smiled... |
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She was so beautiful - 17 |
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She was so beautiful - 17 |
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We didn't have much money then |
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No hi-fi or TV |
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So we made love, I'd sing her songs |
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And she would read to me |
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But we were young |
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I didn't know what love was all about |
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When I slept with her best friend |
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Of course she threw me out! |
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And we cried and we cried |
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And we cried... |
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I was looking for a deal |
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Looking for a hit |
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The affectations of success |
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The airs that go with it |
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While she was looking for a man |
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Who didn't need a maid |
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She modelled for an agency |
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Who made sure she got paid |
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When she smiled, when she smiled |
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When she smiled... |
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I was an empty head libertine |
