Merman

I'm feeling flirty

Must be you heard me

My knee is hurty

I'm nearing thirty

I'm taken to task evade

Distractions fill up my nights

"Look at the Cakes I made"

I sing through a pair of stretched tights

Continuing down the page

The queen of Haverstock Hill

Onto a marble stage

Arrives and tells us about the

Cassettes and catgut

A squealing sackbut

I toast a pine nut

And serve it in my hut

Downstairs they're playing trance again

That awful bendy guitar

Up through the floor again

It's 9 AM 'til I cry

And Time And A Word, my friend

Inspires me more than guitars

Playing in four that end

Exactly how they began

Six months without an argument

A girl with tresses like yours

Is what I always meant

I should have done this before

The second or third attempt

At making somebody mine

Seems to have worked for now

I think I'm going to be fine