My Wrong Turn
I bet you didn’t know I’ve been unfurling a ball of string all along.
Nylon thread gets snagged on London Stock at every turn.
If the bricks don’t break it, the pricks get out their scissors
and you can’t find your way back home.
You think I haven’t guessed
that where your heart should be was a ball of string all along.
Boys like you get snogged on London streets at every turn.
If the bricks don’t get you, the pricks get out their scissors
so you can’t find your way back home.
To think you’d never guess I took a very wrong turn.
Well, it was a very long time ago.
Can’t say where or when or who or how
or even what it consisted of.
It could have been in any one of three ridiculous ways.
I should know; I must have been there.
And I can’t find my way back home.