Merman

Im feeling flirty
Must be you heard me
My knee is hurty
Im nearing thirty
Im taken to task evade
Distractions fill up my nights
'Look at the Cakes I made '
I sing through a pair of stretched tights
Continuing down the page
The queen of Haverstock Hill
Onto a marble stage
Arrives and tells us about the
Cassettes and catgut
A squealing sackbut
I toast a pine nut
And serve it in my hut
Downstairs theyre playing trance again
That awful bendy guitar
Up through the floor again
Its 9 AM til I cry
And Time And A Word, my friend
Inspires me more than guitars
Playing in four that end
Exactly how they began
Six months without an argument
A girl with tresses like yours
Is what I always meant
I should have done this before
The second or third attempt
At making somebody mine
Seems to have worked for now
I think Im going to be fine