Youth clubs
And teenage disappointments
Playing at being the DJ
Wearing skin-tight sky-blue jeans
You thought she smiled at you
You thought she said hello
Her friend said: my friend
Wants to go out with you
What might you now need to know
Conversation was not a problem
Until the two of you were left alone
Dancing in a group came easy
Her style being
To quietly command the zone
But then came the night of the all-nighter
Together in joined-up sleeping bags
The fondling and the pretend sleeping
Before your hopes began to flag
