Billy Bragg
"The Saturday Girl"


I'll never forget the first day I met her,
That September morning was clear and fresh;
The way she spoke, and laughed at my jokes and the way she rubbed herself against the edge of my desk..
She became a magic mystery to me and we'd sit together in double history twice a week and some days we'd walk the same way home and it's surprising how quick a little rain can clear the streets.

We dreamed of her and compared our dreams, but that was all that I ever tasted,
For she lied to me with her body, you see,
I lied to myself about the chances I wasted.

The times we were close were far and few between,
In the darkness of the dances in the school canteen - did she close her eyes as I did when we held each other tight?
And la la la la la la la la laa means I love you...

She danced with me and I still hold that memory
Soft and sweet
And I stare up at her window
As I walk down her street
But I never made the first team, I just made the first team laugh
And she could never come to the phone - she was always in the bath.

In the end it took me a dictionary to find out the meaning of unrequieted,
While she was giving herself for free
At a party to which I was never invited.

I never understood my failings then,
and I hide my humble hopes now;
Thinking back, she made us want her,
A girl not old enough to shave her legs