Stacey has informed me that

The 60's borrowed 20's fashion

I've lost all sense of city taste

I'll pick out all my favourite garms

And wear them with the tightest passion

I've lost the feeling in my face



The Jeweller blew me away

With his demands of green

To circle fingers in gold

I'll need a man less mean



I'm leaving pink for UV to see



Getting into flowers it seems

Birds a current living hobby

I needn't dress for the wild of life

It's pointless to complete with petals

Collars flapping, never take off

So de-wing with my pocket knife



The Jeweller blew me away

With his demands of green

To circle fingers in gold

I'll need a man less mean



I'm leaving pink for UV to see



The Jeweller blew me away

With his demands of green

To circle fingers in gold

I'll need a man less mean



I'm leaving pink for UV to see X2


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