Well Fancy That!

You took me to France

On the promise of teaching me French

We were told to assemble

To meet up at 10

I was 12 and naive

You planned out our route

I sat in your car

My suitcase in the boot

On the M1 and the A1

Until we reached Dover

Through passport control

You pulled your car over

On the liner, we stood on the deck

We left port

My first time abroad

A school trip to Fance

Well fancy that

A weekend away

To parle Français

Well fancy that

We found the hotel

Checked in to a room and unpacked

It had been a long day

You said "let's hit the sack"

As I changed

I could feel your eyes watching me

I crept into bed

You pretended to read

The lights went out

I fell asleep

Woke up with a shock

And your hands on me

I couldn't shout

I couldn't scream

Let me out

Let me dream

I turned onto my side

I laid there and cried

On my first night in France

Well fancy that

You terrified me

I just wanted to sleep

Well fancy that

Morning came

Light shone through

I left France

I arrived home

The hedge that you dragged me through

Led to a nervous breakdown

If I could have read

What was going on inside your head

I would have said

But I was blind

To your devious mind

There's no excuse

For child abuse

And the scars that it leaves

Where do you draw the line

On school trips to France

Well fancy that

You had a good time

Turned sex into crime

Well fancy that