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