Red wine on your lips
My hand is on your hips
Did you catch the train
Or am I misremembering
I've forgotten whatever the fuck it was that I said
But that's alright because I know that you'll listen again
Soft skin, touching
Who it was we thought we were fooling
In my mind, there's a spice girl
In my mind
In my mind, there's a spice girl
In my mind
It was on that trip that I seen it
Light was shining from the back of your head
Walked toward it and you looked at me with your cold apathy
And in that alley, I began to cry
In my mind, there's a spice girl
In my mind
In my mind, there's a spice girl
In my mind
And on the axis on which I turn, I revolve around again
Back to a place familiar, uncomfortable and lonely
I miss that insecurity that I felt
when I thought I wasn't enough for you
Cold mornings and the blue light of the moon would not console me
But now I see myself there, glittering in the warm sun
A touch, a smell, a lock of hair
Memory you're confined to be
An image of loving grace, selfish, cool and kind
I don't look back at what's behind me or forward to what's to come
I let you distil there happily in my recollection
And now I've got those old shoes back on again
And I've got that new record back on again
And I will not cut my hair, not one fucking inch
I'm the old boy, the new boy
Cut forward, stripped back and living large
Tie me round a bottle neck and fly me to the moon
I know I'll look down kindly
On Earth, I'll come again
Come again
Well you know I'm not much to impress
And you know that when you undress
I won't be long to take my time for you
I'll just enjoy the view
Baby, not scary, sporty not posh
Or ginger
There I'll be with you staring at stars in winter
When you get back to your convertible apartment
I'll be there, melting into your floorboards
Cause you know that I'm not much to impress
And you know that when you undress
I won't be long to take my time for you
I'll just enjoy the view
Baby, not scary, sporty not posh
Or ginger
There I'll be with you staring at stars in winter
When you get back to your convertible apartment
I'll be there, melting into your floorboards
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