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Council Girl Waster
Knocking on the door, can your mate come out to play?, or is she grounded for yet another sunny day?. Meeting up with your mates, hanging around the park, getting up to no good, until way after dark. Listening to music, all night party's, having a dance, Fitti over there giving me a glance. he was 16, i weren't a teenager yet, oh yes my dad would hate him, you can bet on that. Then me mum mug's me off, 'Max get down the shop' 'all this mucking around girl, it's gonna blimmin' stop!' Shut away in my room, put on me headphones, bit of Shalamar? maybe some Stones?. Sharing a bedroom with 3 boys was proper manic, everything of mine broken, me mum in a panic. Tower block by the Thames, 2 bedroom flat, not enough room to swing a skinny cat. Dad was a car crusher, worked every hour god sent, put food on the table, no money was ever lent. mum was too proud, to sign on the dole, working class family, full of heart and plenty of soul. School was fun, all me mates were there, but instead of learning, I would just sit and stare. Dolly daydreamer by name, scatty ann by nature, destined to be nothing but a council girl waster. Just a little look into my life as a child growing up on a council estate in South London x Maxine xx
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