number one camera so here i go i know this feeling

awfully well i could build a camera custom made

to tape record the smell of the perfume that we

used to share until you spilled it on the floor what

more could anybody ask for i remember you in

polaroid the glitter and the glue and all that noise i

should probably sort of miss you but i see you all the

time in polaroid up up and away in my beautiful

cliche i have wasted too much precious time

pretending i'm o.k. i better get out of the kitchen

next time when i can not stand the heat my feet

were colder than the hebrides we were bored

there was nothing else to do playing records and

posing in the nude it was dirty mind so it was cool

and i always thought i'd know you everybody knew

the score they knew they could not trust us but i

could peel you like a pear and god would call it

justice i guess there's nothing left to do but live

with just the memory of you i do in sixties pink and

light blue