we met at the bank with the steps
dame street was its greyer self
his smile turning my insides round
i was on the rebound
not rain, nor broke, nor snow could come
between our one body then
before i railed and warned you off
when you reminded me of him

and now that's what you get to figure out
the kind of loves you want to make
and if the first real rush is worth
what time and pride and doubt will take

i had to laugh - only 17 when
you swore you'd never love again
so serious under that brow
the world already bearing down
you saw selfish, greedy and unfair
in macro and microcosms yes
if i'd had the means to wave a wand
don't you think i would have passed that on?

and now that's what you get to figure out
how to make sure everybody's free
and if good intent doesn't just fold
to the call of self discovery

you never sleep right through the night
your house is filling up with shite
and his bold flirtatious tendencies
and my excited circuitry
oh your furious relentless soul
an impressive nose and all that hair
and your daddy's silly songs
tell me - how are you getting on?