So frightened, so worried. So cold and it's raining. My naive illusions. Distraught by confusion. You're laughing, I'm crying. Outside it's still raining.
In the past I always tried. But I never got amongst the glittering prizes. I put it down to confidence. Or something trendy like an emotional complex.
She's had lovers. She's had diamond rings. She's been driven in French sportscars. She's been everywhere there is to be seen. And they call her. The girl who had everything.
The girls all dressed like Kathy McGowan. Wearing make up by Mary Quant. The boys all dressed in velvet hipsters. Pointed shoes, high bouffants. . There's one boy who catches her eye.