"My girl, if you're lucky one day
Rolling down the ancient high street you'll find
In the mirror reflects a woman in her prime.
Can you make your way out?
In a world dearly won
Well it's yours love
You can move it around
Given all the drops in the ocean
Better take it one sip at a time
Somebody with an antique notion
Comes along to tighten the line
They're just afraid of you speaking your mind."