To London with a shoulder bag.
No bra and feeling cool.
No wisdom, just nothing,
Nothing at all.

As green as rural England.
A white dress, an interview (Ivan was his name).
A bistro lunch on Soho Square.
Nigella Lawson and Rupert Everett. Wow!

A squat, a job, a lover (Peter was his name).
No bra and feeling cold.
No wisdom, just nothing,
Nothing at all.

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