I stole you from him,
at the college disco,
under a neon moon.
It was the crime of the century,
come Monday morning.
The bee's knees of Basildon,
the peroxide princess.
Taken by the Ra Ra.
All for snakebite and crisps.
A Bryan Ferry haircut
You faded in Brutus jeans.
But he returned Levi jacketed,
with shined up boots,
tattoed fists,
and goading friends