[?] Make the day pass slowly Over the railway line You wear your color high Inhale your first real cigarette You have more clue than me My lips are too wet Take off your stocking Get the sun round your pidgeon legs It's pissing rain We're in the old bus shelter You with your lipstick scroll Me and him roll the score Inhale your first real cigarette You have more clue than me My lips are too wet Take off your stockings There's nobody looking Here in the Hawthorne [?] to dream upon I am in love I am in love I'll never tell you I'll let it ride I'll keep it inside