Needs Francesca
When I was fifteen
And she was sixteen
From the bus stops and take-aways
From the clubs and the dirt
From the boys and the booze
From the drizzle and dogs
Our lives ran out on us
When we were begging for change
Francesca
I needed you tonight
But Francesca my dear
We're not so jolly any more
We're like a boarded up house
Kids break into after school
The stuff of legends
We never talked of getting older
When I was fifteen
And she was sixteen
