She's A Little Raver

'She's a little raver,' he said to her that day,
She looked into his eyes and smiled - he knew her right away.
Just like in his heady youth, Little Raver dug the dream,
Little Raver was an old-fashioned girl,
Thought 'kids aren't what they used to be!'

You see, Little Raver loved Vespas and vinyl,
The finer things of days gone by,
So when she moved to Liverpool, her lifestyle was finalised!

Little Raver got mad when people asked her 'So, you like techno, then?'
She was not that kind of raver - for her, no alcohol, strobe and strange men.
She was more a Northern Soul girl (not that modern kids knew about that),
She loved Merseybeat music, had old band posters in her flat,
She loved Gerry & The Pacemakers - for her, that's where it's at!

The mod scene was her calling, hanging with those crazy cats,
So don't call her a 'new' raver, or her Vespa will knock you flat!

Crying Because I'm Stupid.

It's midnight, and I'm crying because I'm stupid.

Crying hot, fat tears

because you have left a mark upon my heart.



I'm crying because I'm stupid

for knowing little about you,

I'm crying because I'm too shy to ask questions.



I think about you often, think all sorts of crazy things,

my mind a lovesick teenager,

imagining love and golden rings.



My eyes are sore now.

I'm still crying because it's too hard to stop.



I don't know what you think of me,

Don't know what it is you see

when you see my face, read my words.



I'm crying because I'm stupid,

I don't know what else to do.



I'm crying because I'm stupid,

Stupidly in love with you.