Girl from Margate

Yeah I watched TV the other night and I saw you

Brought up on rough trade and cheap ale by the seaside

All the things that you’ve seen and all the things you’ve endured

Not much of a childhood nothing beautiful nothing pure 

Your so called friends they just used and abused you

Consigned to the scrap heap without so much as a thought

You said you’d show them and you danced like never before

But they ridiculed and shamed you and called you a slag and a whore

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From the little girl in Margate to the galleries of the world

Shout about it in charcoal shout about it in curls 

All the times you have had all the places that you have been

All that you ever have wanted all that you’ve ever believed

All the magic and colours all the shades that are you 

All the things you ever wanted all the things that came true

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