Lyric U.V

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