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Orange hairdo, yellow Renault,

beaded curtains, red bordello,

leopard wallpaper, thigh-high boots,

she sold her house to Peter O’Toole.


She’s got demons, mirrored ceilings,

smokes her reefers every evening,

Clash, her favourite, London Calling

in stereo, all night ’til morning.


She’s an old soul, went new wave,

got a toy boy, half her age,

fills her garage full of vintage,

she gives to charity - Amnesty.


She’s got knowledge, not from college,

learned her moves on the music scene,

seduced my brother, undercover,

now she’s a teacher in Palmers Green.


(c) Sam Burcher