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Spice Girl

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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