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.
Copyright © Charles Simpson | Year Posted 2005
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