I'm telling ya it’s the same girl
She's always there on holidays when you're wee

She never grows up and she’s everywhere
She was in the lift at the Covent Garden underground last week
And she was in Torquay when I was thirteen

She said she was called Tina then
And she claimed she was from Germany

I watched her from the balcony
As she swam in the pool and tanned herself all day

And spying her from hotel windows when she played tennis
With her Mum and Dad

I would try to impress her with my sensitive side
By being unusually affectionate to her wee brother
When she passed us in the lobby

It was a Royal Wedding
I dunno which one
But the hotel was having a fancy do
Some sort of celebration thing

She sat at the table she usually sat at, at dinner
Just across from ours
It was the first time I'd had a drink
In the form of this sort of
Champagne and ice cocktail affair

Later when there was a dance
And all the parents were drunk
And our dad tried to make me dance with him
In this Conga

I wasn't into it
So I went outside and stood on the patio
Staring at the night sea
Trying to look deep

She came out
And she stood beside me

Her naked elbow touched mine
And she turned round and smiled

But I couldn't say a thing