The first one was a tall girl called Tracey
Who called me up at home, Sunday evening
She had a dark-haired friend who looked racy
But about chatting up I knew nothing
I was too shy, nothing kept happening
What should I say to Debbie, Fiona
Or Jane, or some girl on a train going
Into Birmingham's old Bull Ring Centre?
The opportunities knocked, then went a-
Way, so I went to university
Again, too shy at parties, not knowing
What to say or do, but my character
Eventually emerged, a butterfly
Teased out with drink: more talking, less thinking
Wed 4 Feb 2009
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