This Wythenshawe
This Wythenshawe
I look at the people and I wonder and think
Does she really believe, that bright blue goes with pink
Is she really attractive with the stud through her lips
Her belly button showing and her jeans bought pre ripped
This Wythenshawe
I watch as the people, go to shops for their wares
Wearing pyjamas , some in underwear
My Mam would turn, in her grave I swear
To see how some people, just do not care
This Wythenshawe
I watch the young kids, in the hot summer heat
With their thick slit eyed hoods and the Nike,s on their feet
With their mountain bike steed, with Pit Bull on the heel
Watching me, watching you, for what they can steal
This Wythenshawe
The gang on the rail bridge, watching the trains
The white lightning cider fuddling their brains
Our garden city will never be the same
The goal posts have changed, it's the name of the game
This Wythenshawe.
The nurse in the hospital, we all fall in love
The care, the attention, it's always above
The man with the dog who say's you Ok
Then you know that tomorrow's another day
This Wythenshawe
This Wythenshawe is just, another place on the pond
Better than nowhere, no more right or more wrong
You write the lyrics, you write the song
Tell me i'm right, tell me i'm wrong
This Wythenshawe
I grew in this city, the drugs and the scrawl
One learns to walk before they can crawl
But one thing I learned in the midst of it all
Even a midget must make himself tall
This Wythenshawe
Copyright © John Scott | Year Posted 2016
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