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Melanie BrownWhere did you go to Melanie Brown?
Did you ever return? Did your hands get burned? Nice to know you, Melanie Brown nice to show you round. Took your wanting wan nightgown pills, and rock CDs Ridgie, Ruth and me friends you made that term in town friends, they let you down? Left on sullied mid-heeled ground your looks, and college books. Travestied; too many cooks. That stinging, scuppered blue-eyed frown shakysmileme down. Do they still try it on, come round lank-haired, rock n' roll boys surreptitious ploys lifting that sorry blue-eyed frown, like they did that term in town? Not a place of great renown - fast-dance saloon - cried, like Syd, for the moon we tried not to let you drown in pools of Melanie Brown. Were you flipped like half-a-crown hung up on highs and whys fed up being fed mud-pies? Was there any joy that term in town before you went on down? Where did you go to Melanie Brown? Did you ever return? Did your tongue get burned? Nice to know you, Melanie Brown nice to show you round. |