All she wants is a warm blanket
Around her shoulders
Someone to talk with
Now she’s getting older
She used to be a party girl
Now those days are over
She used to risk it all
Singing love is a revolver
Don’t fall in love
Don’t be good
No white wedding
With turtle doves
Love is a revolver
It could’ve happened every night
She shared herself with someone new
She’d be gone before the morning light
Like a ghost passing through
All her girlfriends are married now
Pushing prams around the park
She never could understand how
Deep inside their eyes they’d lost their spark
It’s getting colder every year
All her clubs are closing down
She’ll enjoy herself she has no fear
The futures hers and hers alone
29/11/2022 Tuesday 609
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