Nineties Girl

Wanted to Shoop like Salt-N-Pepa, Throw those discs like Spinderella, Hang in a Buffalo stance like Neneh Cherry, When life was more ‘Little House on the Prairie’, In trouble like Shampoo, When I did what I wanted to do, Wanted to be Supa Dupa Fly like Missy Elliot, get my freak on, My confidence and joy obvious and appropriate. Wanted to be a raisin girl like Tori Amos, Talking shit with my mates in tinted lip gloss, 6 underground with the Sneaker Pimps and Kelli, Playing anywhere but here, A small town Machiavelli. Like the Bangles, I walked like an Egyptian, Ignoring the inner voice that’s like a malediction, Wanted to Walk up Santa Monica Boulevard with Sheryl Crow, But ended up feeling like a tourist on Skid Row. .. 17 like Brandy and Monica, I wanted to know the boy is mine, Wanted to know he wasn’t gonna f*ck with me and waste my time, Like Lisa Loeb I missed you, Like Sinead said, nothing compares to you, Damn, like Sophie B, I wish I was your lover, Even though you were just a friend of my BFF’s brother. Don’t speak, like Gwen, But if not now, when? If I didn’t say what I felt, what then? And You Oughta know, like Alanis, I just fell in love, didn’t plan this. Was a zombie like Delores sang about, Hyper-vigilant and not ready for another bout, Stupid Girl, whizzing around my head, Like Shirley said, I can’t believe I fake it, all I am, take it Got through Sour Times with Beth Gibbons, Sitting in forever’s beginnings. Holding me in uncomfortable places, Allowing me to see their beauty too, Still hoping to see a wandering star with only you. (Sung Vocal) Feeling Clueless in this decade Can’t you see that we were made for each other? You’re driving me crazy, I’m thinking lately Baby won’t you be mine? If I give you a little more time? Could we switch it up? Would it be enough…. for you and me?