Camden Girl

Camden Girl
You are so pretty
With your long blonde hair
And your eyes are blue
The only thing I ever got from you was
Half a pint of lager shandy
A pint of Bishops Farewell
(which we call Oakhams
of the spreading tree)
A lemonade
Change from a fiver

A while later I saw Camden Girl
Having a smoke
But she didnt see me or my haircut.

I wanted to be with
My special friend instead.
But they live far away
And shortly even further than that

I think it would be fun
To shop in the sun
With my friend
And look at records and clothes
And what people wore
On Saturdays.
Or sit outside
Sipping lemonade
In the shade
Having acquired new gear
To wear on occasions
Such as these

And talk late into the night
Without fear of being cut off
Or misunderstood.

Or just sit quietly dreaming.