i'll keep it inside

make the day pass slowly

over the railway line

you wear your color high

inhale your first real cigarette

you have more clue than me

my lips are too wet

take off your stocking

get the sun round your pidgeon legs

it's pissing rain

we're in the old bus shelter

you with your lipstick scroll

me and him roll the score

inhale your first real cigarette

you have more clue than me

my lips are too wet

take off your stockings

there's nobody looking

here in the hawthorne

to dream upon

i am in love

i am in love

i'll never tell you

i'll let it ride

i'll keep it inside