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Created | Updated Jul 5, 2006
The dancer, the kisser, the drunk with the
Infectious laughter, quiet now as
She speeds at 70 miles an hour back home.
Headache slight but it’ll still be noticed by eager eyes
Ready to sniff out the unobtrusive touch of vodka on her breath:
Just the one, to calm her nerves.
Back home, a mum and a dad and a dog’s tail thumping pleasure.
Cosy rooms hemmed in by cosy curtains,
Where she is a child again.
Early to bed because there’s nothing to do.
Breakfast every morning and clothes that haven’t been worn
For four days. Clean and fresh,
Porridge and chores. Cure for your sickness,
Take a hug twice a day, and no kisses and no boys.
You’ll soon be right as rain.
In two weeks, just two weeks later
She speeds at 70 miles an hour back again.
Her breath comes a little easier now.
Just two drinks and she’s gone.
Number on a napkin, lipstick on a collar.
Daddy’s little princess becoming a dancer and a kisser
And the drunk with the infectious laughter.
Infectious laughter, quiet now as
She speeds at 70 miles an hour back home.
Headache slight but it’ll still be noticed by eager eyes
Ready to sniff out the unobtrusive touch of vodka on her breath:
Just the one, to calm her nerves.
Back home, a mum and a dad and a dog’s tail thumping pleasure.
Cosy rooms hemmed in by cosy curtains,
Where she is a child again.
Early to bed because there’s nothing to do.
Breakfast every morning and clothes that haven’t been worn
For four days. Clean and fresh,
Porridge and chores. Cure for your sickness,
Take a hug twice a day, and no kisses and no boys.
You’ll soon be right as rain.
In two weeks, just two weeks later
She speeds at 70 miles an hour back again.
Her breath comes a little easier now.
Just two drinks and she’s gone.
Number on a napkin, lipstick on a collar.
Daddy’s little princess becoming a dancer and a kisser
And the drunk with the infectious laughter.
