Diane

Well she's first at the bar on giro day First out the cab when it's time to pay Woah, she's got a bum knee A name like a deity Oh she's got red card from half the spots on the high street Talks like she's fresh out the merchant navy Smells of deep heat and amber leaf That girl's a heresy She's a big happy sun on a black Rothko canvas Slashed that Picasso with a stanley from her handbag Fine with Roko's basilisk Splashed lime green paint on adele bloch bauer's face Reformed recidivist She missed a kiss from a prince Now's she's set adrift in the midst of this This blue sky thinking pissing contest Plastic mac like a bin bag flailing Vaulting the tops of the wrought iron railings Like some half cut demi god This wing-clipped arista Running rough shod Tough sod Feeling the rain in her bones On the social Dunlops on cobblestones Tone of the motion No-goes and ginnels Shining spikes in the wanest remains of the moonlight Let's sing a song for the flailing failures Those lacking egos are always gracious I'm one to talk I'm a hamfisted carving of a selfish god I'll serenade you on the bus apron I'll help shoplift that Danish bacon I'm entranced by your fat hippocampus Crystal decanters, stashed in your handbag Pilfered glassware not withstanding You're as classy as that lass off Knott's landing My understanding is yer outstanding That handsy barman caught a backhanding Clambered atop with no-one to stop yers You copped the lot from the duffed up shopkeep Ten bags of cashews arms full of optics We gathered up the plunder and we 'opped it Plastic mac like a bin bag flailing Vaulting the tops of the wrought iron railings Like some half cut demigod This wing clipped arista Running rough shod Tough sod Feeling the rain in her bones On the social Dunlops on cobblestones Tone of the motion No-goes and ginnels Shining spikes in the wanest remains of the moonlight He imbibed more than was wise for his rages Tracked by the serials stamped on his wages Powder and cordite Linger for ages Wrote a confession She ripped out the pages She was a diva She flattened his fear Lassoed the group with a hoop from her ear Never embarrassed and never a bore This was the home he was seeking before Well she's first at the bar Giro day First out the cab when it's time to pay Woah she's got a bum knee A name like a deity Oh she's got red card from half the spots on the high street Talks like she's fresh out the merchant Navy Smells of deep heat and amber leaf That girl's a heresy She's a big happy sun on a black rothko canvas Slashed that Picasso with a stanley from her handbag Fine with Roko's basilisk Splashed lime green paint on adele bloch bauer's face Reformed recidivist She missed a kiss from a prince Now's she's set adrift in the midst of this This blue sky thinking pissing contest Plastic mac like a bin bag flailing Vaulting the tops of the wrought iron railings Like some half cut demi god This wing-clipped arista Running rough shod Tough sod Feeling the rain in her bones On the social Dunlops on cobblestones Tone of the motion No-goes and ginnels Shining spikes in the wanest remains of the moonlight He imbibed more than was wise for his rages Tracked by the serials stamped on his wages Powder and cordite Linger for ages Wrote a confession She ripped out the pages She was a diva she flattened his fear Lassoed the group with a hoop from her ear Never embarrassed and never a bore This was the home he was seeking before