1999
Chris Helme
She likes to rise early in the morning
She does her best to blow the cobwebs away
And if it's still light maybe she'll skip breakfast
And hope that someone can throw
a little stardust her way, yeah
Crossing the room the day after
the night before nightmare
Pink blue eyes drink in the aftermath
The world's her oyster anything she chooses
But this little girl doesn't know where
her shoes is, yeah
Sixteen sweet Chablis sham kisses
Seventeen nothings whispered in her ear
Eighteen attempts on her best pair of knickers
1999 was a hell of a year
That must have been a night to remember
Shame she forgot