Touch
What's wrong with touching, lips together hands caressing skin
What's wrong with just kissing, bodies together heating breathes on our...
Cos I think we've gone too far now
Can we please stop and turn the clock a little back now
Cos it seems we're slipping too damn slack now
Watching porn instead of hot hands rubbing on backs now
We're sending fakearsed facebook pokes and hugs
Simulated sex and we're forgetting how to make real love
No more secret meetings under trees in springtime
Just an x at the end of an MSN like that's a real sign
I want to see the unbuttoned shirts to knickers
Circling chests with the tips of your fingers
I want hands on, lips on, heat on
Eyes to eyes, cause that's the single biggest turn on
I wanna turn off the tv cos believe me I'm not turned on
By DVD's of overaged men on girls on
Stilletto heels sofas bent over the bed
Giving head, two shouts and no sweat, no
I want you to see me
I want you to feel me
I want to spend the day with you sweet day dreaming
I wanna hear you screaming softly for more
Not this bitch style 'be my whore'
Cos I'm bored of MTV thug style sessions, that's con
I wanna bring back lessons in caressing and turn ons
Make us understand the song that bodies can sing
To bring you to your knees just tickling
I wanna whisper in your ear in French
I wanna breathe in your smell like a flowers' first scent
Je veux caresser tes hanches, t'embrasser avec langues
Je veux sentir tes touches comme on peut casser le temps
Je te veut sous mes hanches sans un son en silence
Sipping your eyes like a sweet summertime song
I wanna make you smile just speaking
Tell you things make even the machoist man weep
And if I'm tied up, you can to untie those knots
Shatter time for a slow wine and a bed post stomp
So we can stop. For a minute.
Lie back, fill up a bath and lie in it.
Under bubbles and water massaging our skins
I wanna close my eyes, sigh and drift away sleeping
In my dreams I wanna remember days
Before technology teases took the real thing away
Bring back breazes and seas, I want beaches and trees
I wanna lie back in leaves get my back scratched by branches and please
Bring back those basic treats
Like oil on your back making muscles feel sweet
I want two claps, stand up for a standing ovation
For the people still cooking up creating temptation
I want strawberries fed to me four days a week
Weak at the knees at the place where you're placing that cream!
I want shaded benches and three hour hugs
Slow songs brought back at the end of every nightclub
I want to see couples grind hard on the dancefloor
Not puking in toilets and starting fights at closed doors
I want more than backstreet porn.
Like kissing, touching and love from the very day that we're born
Real hippy time sixties and make love not war
Not just trends on Topshop t-shirts to be worn
I want warm, not luke warm or cold
I want heated hugs, less stress and more respect for the old
Don't want millions of people alone, sitting bored on their own
Not been touched for a year, just wanting one hand to hold
I want to roll back time, smash webs and texting
See people holding hands, stroking skin and listening
I just want to answer the question I asked at the very beginning I mean.
What's wrong with kissing, lips together hands caressing skin?
What's wrong with just touching, bodies together heating breathes on our...?
Cos I think we've gone too far now,
Can we please stop and turn the clock a little back now, cos it seems we're slipping too damn slack now
Watching bad porn instead of holding hands and rubbing each others backs now
_______________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________
Cupcakes or Scones
They queue up
Frost or snow
On Saturday nights
Long socks or stockings and jumpers and ties
Badges and rucksacks and laces and lies
Tell me why
Is the school disco our most popular club night?
In England this is a number one weekend retreat
Lines of over-eighteens dressed like sexy thirteens
Standing in school skirts as men get aroused
At the thought of these naughty girl uniformed crowds
Oi Oi girls. He shouts.
I don't get it.
I remember the warnings
Gates closed at lunch cos this pervert was stalking us and two of my friends had already been flashed
As they walked home from school.
And I'd noticed the van.
At the corner.
Up the road.
A guy at the window.
Tongue between fingers.
Whistling blows.
Signing me bj's
As I stood in my school clothes
Upping the pace.
I sprint down the road.
Scared witless.
Now thirteen years later
You want me to wear
the same uniform then to turn on grown mens' stares
The school disco club night, we come in our hoards
Get low with a school girl without breaking laws
so I can getting chatted up by some dribbling men
who like looking at me looking like I looked in year ten!
I don't get it
I'd rather dance dressed like a women.
And if I wanna look sexy, I wanna look like a women
I'd rather be chatted up as a women
And if I make perverts stare, then they can stare at a women
Cos I like being a women
I am not a little girl
And years passing by aren't the end of the world
And my life as a women is the best that it's been
And I like being me, I don't wanna be sixteen again.
Worrying about school tests and coolness and spots
I don't want to wear my school skirt or flirt in my popsocks
As I'm told everyday to obsess back to then
But I'd rather live life as a women
Still I see them
In lines
On Saturday afternoons
Sitting with friends in modern new tea rooms
The cup cake is back
This is baking's new black
Pastel shade icing
And sprinkles on stacks
The new female fad
Is Jamming up Twitter
Recipes sprinkling candies with glitter
I don't get it.
I remember the parties
The last time I ate those, I was still using potties
Grabbing at bowls of soggy chip dippers
Pineapple cheese sticks and soft chocolate fingers
And in the middle of the table, making us sick
Sweet little cupcakes with glittery bits
Now twenty years later
The cupcake is back
As women sit nibbling
Party girl snacks
And I don't really mind cupcakes, I'm just a bit tired
Of every female fad telling me I should still be a child
Wrinkle creams, anti-age, on female shops aisles
Now even our food has copied the styles
Jelly is back, cupcakes are back
And beside all Topshop tills
Are those lollipop stacks
Big bowls of bubble gum
For full grown up mummies
Next to popsocks and cherries
Why not nappies and dummies
Tell me to be younger, and girly, and sweet,
And quiet, and good and thankful for treats
I don't get it
I'd rather eat food like a women.
And if I wanna meet friends I wanna meet as a women
I'd rather drink afternoon tea as a women
Laugh and be happy and free as a women
Cos I like being a women
I'm not a little girl
And years passing by aren't the end of the world
And my life as a women has been the time of my life
And I like being me, I don't wanna be five again
With cakes held before me as bribes to be good
And fingers grabbing at soggy licked food
As I'm told everyday to obsess to back then
But I'd rather live life as a women
I don't want to wear popsocks
I'd rather have tights on
I don't want to wear school clothes
I'd rather have mine on
I don't wanna pretend, I know that that times gone
And I don't really want cupcakes,
I'd rather eat scones
Or any damn cake without fairy wings on!
And it might be a surprise
But I like being a woman
I like looking like a women
Dancing, feeling sexy or caressing as a women
I like eating like a women
Meeting friends like a women
Being treated be in peace and being pleased to be a women
And with each sleep I'm getting older
And only death will stop that
And I can go with it and live or live life looking back
And I can raise my little girl to think her meaning stops at twenty
Dreaming never never land that ticking clocks are all the enemy
And this little girly cultures kinda helping with that step
School uniform parties, cupcakes, botox, tucks and stress
Obsessed with being 'young' again as if those times were best
As if Alice stayed down that hole and never left again.
Frozen in tea party time
Madhatters, mice and children's rhymes
Never women, girls for life
Lollipops and glittered icing
For me that life is not enticing
So just in case you don't hear right I'll say it twice again
I like living life as a woman.
I'm looking forward to living life as a women
_______________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________
A British National Breakfast
They start the day with a small glass of orange juice,
Bought at Sainsbury's. South African produce.
Mugs emblazoned with our German-bred queen
They sip English breakfast tea,
forgetting its Indian leaves
1 and a half teaspoons each of sugar grain
Asda bought. Barbadian cane.
Husband fries eggs. Wife waters wysteria.
Cooking oil from Italy. Heating oil, Nigeria.
They swallow two pills each
to help their bowels and digestion
invented by a research team of US and Indian.
Newspaper flicked through. Headlines are read:
Reads "more crime, more violence, less hospital beds".
She complains to her husband, he complains to his wife.
They complain it must be those
'foreigners'
ruining their lives.
Voting polls open. BNP ticked.
Pen bought from Staples, Iranian ink.
They drive home on roads laid by Irish Jamaicans.
She sprays on her perfume, an Arab invention,
complaining about 'foreigners' joining their country,
forgetting the source of their dear British money.
Desperate for someone to blame for her boredom
She waters the pansies, fertilizer from Jordan.
Desperate for someone to blame for his misery
They complain that 'foreigners' are ruining the country.
Afternoon nap to TV, both sigh.
Made in Sri Lanka. Sold from Shanghai.
Mumbling that Polish have run to their country
they watch 'A Place in the Sun'
repeated from Sunday
Shop down at Asda cos the stuff there is cheaper,
they complain:
'more British Jobs for more British people'.
Buy 2 for 1 offers from low wages abroad,
claiming:
'the price of local farm shops is robbery fraud'.
Pick up a pizza on the short journey home,
complaining:
'British cuisine is being pushed to death row'
Home on the couch. Watch tv all night.
Claiming that 'foreigners' have ruined their lives.
Finish their day with a cup of hot cocoa.
Beans made in Kenya. Profits to Tesco.
Complaining in bed about closing sea borders,
They don't learn Spanish. Retire to Majorca
What's wrong with touching, lips together hands caressing skin
What's wrong with just kissing, bodies together heating breathes on our...
Cos I think we've gone too far now
Can we please stop and turn the clock a little back now
Cos it seems we're slipping too damn slack now
Watching porn instead of hot hands rubbing on backs now
We're sending fakearsed facebook pokes and hugs
Simulated sex and we're forgetting how to make real love
No more secret meetings under trees in springtime
Just an x at the end of an MSN like that's a real sign
I want to see the unbuttoned shirts to knickers
Circling chests with the tips of your fingers
I want hands on, lips on, heat on
Eyes to eyes, cause that's the single biggest turn on
I wanna turn off the tv cos believe me I'm not turned on
By DVD's of overaged men on girls on
Stilletto heels sofas bent over the bed
Giving head, two shouts and no sweat, no
I want you to see me
I want you to feel me
I want to spend the day with you sweet day dreaming
I wanna hear you screaming softly for more
Not this bitch style 'be my whore'
Cos I'm bored of MTV thug style sessions, that's con
I wanna bring back lessons in caressing and turn ons
Make us understand the song that bodies can sing
To bring you to your knees just tickling
I wanna whisper in your ear in French
I wanna breathe in your smell like a flowers' first scent
Je veux caresser tes hanches, t'embrasser avec langues
Je veux sentir tes touches comme on peut casser le temps
Je te veut sous mes hanches sans un son en silence
Sipping your eyes like a sweet summertime song
I wanna make you smile just speaking
Tell you things make even the machoist man weep
And if I'm tied up, you can to untie those knots
Shatter time for a slow wine and a bed post stomp
So we can stop. For a minute.
Lie back, fill up a bath and lie in it.
Under bubbles and water massaging our skins
I wanna close my eyes, sigh and drift away sleeping
In my dreams I wanna remember days
Before technology teases took the real thing away
Bring back breazes and seas, I want beaches and trees
I wanna lie back in leaves get my back scratched by branches and please
Bring back those basic treats
Like oil on your back making muscles feel sweet
I want two claps, stand up for a standing ovation
For the people still cooking up creating temptation
I want strawberries fed to me four days a week
Weak at the knees at the place where you're placing that cream!
I want shaded benches and three hour hugs
Slow songs brought back at the end of every nightclub
I want to see couples grind hard on the dancefloor
Not puking in toilets and starting fights at closed doors
I want more than backstreet porn.
Like kissing, touching and love from the very day that we're born
Real hippy time sixties and make love not war
Not just trends on Topshop t-shirts to be worn
I want warm, not luke warm or cold
I want heated hugs, less stress and more respect for the old
Don't want millions of people alone, sitting bored on their own
Not been touched for a year, just wanting one hand to hold
I want to roll back time, smash webs and texting
See people holding hands, stroking skin and listening
I just want to answer the question I asked at the very beginning I mean.
What's wrong with kissing, lips together hands caressing skin?
What's wrong with just touching, bodies together heating breathes on our...?
Cos I think we've gone too far now,
Can we please stop and turn the clock a little back now, cos it seems we're slipping too damn slack now
Watching bad porn instead of holding hands and rubbing each others backs now
_______________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________
Cupcakes or Scones
They queue up
Frost or snow
On Saturday nights
Long socks or stockings and jumpers and ties
Badges and rucksacks and laces and lies
Tell me why
Is the school disco our most popular club night?
In England this is a number one weekend retreat
Lines of over-eighteens dressed like sexy thirteens
Standing in school skirts as men get aroused
At the thought of these naughty girl uniformed crowds
Oi Oi girls. He shouts.
I don't get it.
I remember the warnings
Gates closed at lunch cos this pervert was stalking us and two of my friends had already been flashed
As they walked home from school.
And I'd noticed the van.
At the corner.
Up the road.
A guy at the window.
Tongue between fingers.
Whistling blows.
Signing me bj's
As I stood in my school clothes
Upping the pace.
I sprint down the road.
Scared witless.
Now thirteen years later
You want me to wear
the same uniform then to turn on grown mens' stares
The school disco club night, we come in our hoards
Get low with a school girl without breaking laws
so I can getting chatted up by some dribbling men
who like looking at me looking like I looked in year ten!
I don't get it
I'd rather dance dressed like a women.
And if I wanna look sexy, I wanna look like a women
I'd rather be chatted up as a women
And if I make perverts stare, then they can stare at a women
Cos I like being a women
I am not a little girl
And years passing by aren't the end of the world
And my life as a women is the best that it's been
And I like being me, I don't wanna be sixteen again.
Worrying about school tests and coolness and spots
I don't want to wear my school skirt or flirt in my popsocks
As I'm told everyday to obsess back to then
But I'd rather live life as a women
Still I see them
In lines
On Saturday afternoons
Sitting with friends in modern new tea rooms
The cup cake is back
This is baking's new black
Pastel shade icing
And sprinkles on stacks
The new female fad
Is Jamming up Twitter
Recipes sprinkling candies with glitter
I don't get it.
I remember the parties
The last time I ate those, I was still using potties
Grabbing at bowls of soggy chip dippers
Pineapple cheese sticks and soft chocolate fingers
And in the middle of the table, making us sick
Sweet little cupcakes with glittery bits
Now twenty years later
The cupcake is back
As women sit nibbling
Party girl snacks
And I don't really mind cupcakes, I'm just a bit tired
Of every female fad telling me I should still be a child
Wrinkle creams, anti-age, on female shops aisles
Now even our food has copied the styles
Jelly is back, cupcakes are back
And beside all Topshop tills
Are those lollipop stacks
Big bowls of bubble gum
For full grown up mummies
Next to popsocks and cherries
Why not nappies and dummies
Tell me to be younger, and girly, and sweet,
And quiet, and good and thankful for treats
I don't get it
I'd rather eat food like a women.
And if I wanna meet friends I wanna meet as a women
I'd rather drink afternoon tea as a women
Laugh and be happy and free as a women
Cos I like being a women
I'm not a little girl
And years passing by aren't the end of the world
And my life as a women has been the time of my life
And I like being me, I don't wanna be five again
With cakes held before me as bribes to be good
And fingers grabbing at soggy licked food
As I'm told everyday to obsess to back then
But I'd rather live life as a women
I don't want to wear popsocks
I'd rather have tights on
I don't want to wear school clothes
I'd rather have mine on
I don't wanna pretend, I know that that times gone
And I don't really want cupcakes,
I'd rather eat scones
Or any damn cake without fairy wings on!
And it might be a surprise
But I like being a woman
I like looking like a women
Dancing, feeling sexy or caressing as a women
I like eating like a women
Meeting friends like a women
Being treated be in peace and being pleased to be a women
And with each sleep I'm getting older
And only death will stop that
And I can go with it and live or live life looking back
And I can raise my little girl to think her meaning stops at twenty
Dreaming never never land that ticking clocks are all the enemy
And this little girly cultures kinda helping with that step
School uniform parties, cupcakes, botox, tucks and stress
Obsessed with being 'young' again as if those times were best
As if Alice stayed down that hole and never left again.
Frozen in tea party time
Madhatters, mice and children's rhymes
Never women, girls for life
Lollipops and glittered icing
For me that life is not enticing
So just in case you don't hear right I'll say it twice again
I like living life as a woman.
I'm looking forward to living life as a women
_______________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________
A British National Breakfast
They start the day with a small glass of orange juice,
Bought at Sainsbury's. South African produce.
Mugs emblazoned with our German-bred queen
They sip English breakfast tea,
forgetting its Indian leaves
1 and a half teaspoons each of sugar grain
Asda bought. Barbadian cane.
Husband fries eggs. Wife waters wysteria.
Cooking oil from Italy. Heating oil, Nigeria.
They swallow two pills each
to help their bowels and digestion
invented by a research team of US and Indian.
Newspaper flicked through. Headlines are read:
Reads "more crime, more violence, less hospital beds".
She complains to her husband, he complains to his wife.
They complain it must be those
'foreigners'
ruining their lives.
Voting polls open. BNP ticked.
Pen bought from Staples, Iranian ink.
They drive home on roads laid by Irish Jamaicans.
She sprays on her perfume, an Arab invention,
complaining about 'foreigners' joining their country,
forgetting the source of their dear British money.
Desperate for someone to blame for her boredom
She waters the pansies, fertilizer from Jordan.
Desperate for someone to blame for his misery
They complain that 'foreigners' are ruining the country.
Afternoon nap to TV, both sigh.
Made in Sri Lanka. Sold from Shanghai.
Mumbling that Polish have run to their country
they watch 'A Place in the Sun'
repeated from Sunday
Shop down at Asda cos the stuff there is cheaper,
they complain:
'more British Jobs for more British people'.
Buy 2 for 1 offers from low wages abroad,
claiming:
'the price of local farm shops is robbery fraud'.
Pick up a pizza on the short journey home,
complaining:
'British cuisine is being pushed to death row'
Home on the couch. Watch tv all night.
Claiming that 'foreigners' have ruined their lives.
Finish their day with a cup of hot cocoa.
Beans made in Kenya. Profits to Tesco.
Complaining in bed about closing sea borders,
They don't learn Spanish. Retire to Majorca