Lisa J

Your twenty six, and over the hill What do you do now, My lovely Do you get a job To earn a few bob Or go on the game To make your name My lovely It,s a dangerous trade, You,ve had to ply Now you know the reason why You,ve strutted your stuff, And your not good enough My lovely You,ve been blown out No one gives you a shout The lines are still My lovely They,re as quiet as the grave No more do they rave Your twenty six, and over the hill My lovely.