In 1985, me and Michelle – we used to sit on the steps
The bigger kids playground
They played football,
British Bulldog
We held hands until the bell went
But that’s as far as I remember
One September
Maybe 7, 8
I arrived a little late
To my first day at my new school
I thought I was really cool!
But how happily children hate
Soon I didn’t feel so great
Didn’t take 2 seconds, of the lesson, to berate
My magic jumper
It said magic on it
Might as well have said tragic on it
I declared my love for little Debbie
And the children laughed en masse
Teacher had to calm the class
Later find me on the grass
Underneath some giant kid called Jonathan’s ass
Sunday grief and mass
Wishing for washing machines
Scenes were many
I was very – shall I say passionate?
That might be pushing it
Honestly – more of a show off –
Desperately wanting to go off with Ellie –
Have many adventures, like in them books
I offered to lend her
Anne Of Green Gables gave me the wrong idea –
Girls just weren’t like that
And I couldn’t find her
Louisa Alcott got me building castles in the clouds
And I’d have tussles with the crowds
Because my shirts were loud
Because my hair as long
Because I bleached it blonde

All I ever really wanted was to have somebody say
That I was all they ever wanted in this world and that was
I wore my heart upon my sleeve
In such a way you wouldn’t believe
Beneath those velvet skies at night
I might be trite
I might be

Despite the spite I didn’t pander
To them twats in Lower Bangor
Still looked like some Western Manga
Joined the drama club –
Miranda I met there and most couldn’t stand her
She had long hair, eyes like a Panda
Miranda rhymed best with “veranda”
But we never found one to stand her
Up on top of
And I rang her
Every night for, like, 3 months
And people took the piss
We were in love – the most love!
Walked around Anglesey mountains hand in hand
Miranda, me, and man –
Rwanda was as real to us a as Santa Claus
Because we was just kids in love
14 and a little bit –
Miranda’s stand a little bit above me
It to I had to hand her –
After six months, I couldn’t stand her
And I was bored
So Miranda I ignored
I stayed in bed and there I planned to
Do away with my Miranda
No more rhyming with veranda
I’m an island – here’s my sand
I can’t keep track of all the grains –
And if it rains, I can’t swear that I’ll stay the same, Miranda
But it’s still the same, Miranda
I might have got a little blander
A little closer now to flanders
But in the grander scheme of things, Miranda
There aren’t queens and kings
There’s only matter, Miranda
And it doesn’t really matter…

All I ever really thought I wanted
Apart from when I got it
Then I’d plunder stuff
And wonder if I really was in love
You’re not supposed to fake it –
You’re supposed to make it
Hit the post and break it
When it’s time to take it, naked,
Baby I know love!
It’s in the movies, songs and books
But if we move these songs and look
There’s nothing in the way
And you can find something to say but…
All I ever really wanted was to have somebody say
That I was all they ever wanted
In this word
And that

Published by BMG Music Publishing. Lyrics reprinted with permission

Lyrics submitted by DaniC

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