She likes to rise early in the morning

She does her best to blow the cobwebs away

And if it's still light maybe she'll skip breakfast

And hope that someone can throw

a little stardust her way, yeah



Crossing the room the day after

the night before nightmare

Pink blue eyes drink in the aftermath

The world's her oyster anything she chooses

But this little girl doesn't know where

her shoes is, yeah



Sixteen sweet Chablis sham kisses

Seventeen nothings whispered in her ear

Eighteen attempts on her best pair of knickers

1999 was a hell of a year

That must have been a night to remember

Shame she forgot