Watch me as I talk myself out of this one!
A man walks down the street and he knows nothing!
He is not an expert like me, I know all about it!
Let me explain to you, my brand new theory!
Guarenteed to be correct, cos I am the expert!
Let me spin my cane and raise my top hat!
Come one come all and marvel!
My ability to analyse this situaion accurately!
Guarenteed to be correct, cos I am the expert!

Every night when I go off to bed and when I wake up
When I put on my make up
I say a little prayer for you
I want you

Circumstances collide
Miracles occur
Planets align
That’s what I’ve heard

But we had our chance
And we blew it

I don’t think I can do this anymore
I look at the hollow faces of men who are my future
And I don’t want to be there
O Maria, how did you work this out so quickly

You were right!
He was wrong
Here’s the proof!
Send it on
To your friends
For some fun
Share a laugh
Because you won

The car is gone from your blue skies

…cos I don’t ever want to settle down…

I find it hard enough to adjust
And I just want to always be falling in love
I just want to be always tripping all over myself

Men who have their lives completly mapped
Make me jealous I don’t think like that

I just get by day by day

Sitting on a fence in Neutral Bay
Trying to make up my mind

I was seventeen at the time, and exploding into life.

A few years earlier, I had changed high schools, changed it from the one I shared with my cousin. It seemed like an important, rebellious move at the time, to do what I would later discover was tapped into by Mr Richard Linklater years before me – that “withdrawal in disgust is not the same as apathy.” I hated that school, I still do when I pass it, with it’s archaic customs and misplaced school pride. Private schools, they are like a cult. Let’s call them what they are. Hell, I joined the cadets, everything I stood against, so I could get those great steel capped boots, and really hurt the blind and stupid sheep that were my fellow students. Actually, that’s a bit like a joke Dale told me.

Women put some rhythm in your wriggle when you walk!