You remind me of Julie Christie in Billy Liar
You, your milky youth
Wide eyes devotion
And pure desire
You are open to all of my suggestions
But you are better for none of my pretensions

They get their way most times
But you'll get your way this time
You cannot stay in this hole
You'll get away this time

Warm with wayward hope
Your kisses breathless
Your love divine
You left drama school
For shop floor
Restless not by design
You are tired of provincial boutique Sundays
You want the mythical New York and Champs Elysee

They get their way most times
But you'll get your way this time
You cannot stay in this hole
You'll get away this time