you gave me a little bit of a whack when i was younger
i wasn't that tough though
i was from the posh flats
but you always went a bit further
we'd run down chiswick high road
and you borrowed my bike forever
but i've been thinking about you
wondering if you're in prison
i went to live on the river
but we had porcelain faces then
and i thought you were great except for the violence
and i hope you survived somehow
and didn't turn into a total cunt