I hope you feel some summer night fresh air here…

I also hope you’ll like a pop Ciggi like this. I just scrambled a bit the bar count in the verse, in order to complicate things a little.

Sixteen and she had her own thoughts, like:
‘I hate mornings but three hours’ running
and I’ll be thin.’
Then there were thoughts of others, like:
‘Female hearts are warm and bloody,
male hearts are made of tin.’
So said Rudi, who taught her art at school.
‘Christ you’re sexy,’ he said, ‘pneumatic
in pink angora wool.’
Her mum asked: ‘Done that homework yet?
You’re always eating. What’s happened to your hair?’
Her skinny friends said: ‘What, fit Rudi, yeah?!
Go babes! But act like you don’t care.’

Girl, sixteen, confused,
Can’t tell truth from lie
Good girl? Bad girl?
Work hard? Work the guy?
Assimilating messages,
She doesn’t think to ask: ‘Why?’

Sixteen and he had his own thoughts, like:
‘They’re stupid. Don’t they know that Rudi git
is scum?’
He was thinking of those girls in Form Eight, especially
Wide World of Bum.
Matt called her that, he’d come up with the name.
‘Christ!’ Matt shouted, ‘she just looked at you and
you fucking nearly came!’
His dad asked: ‘Done that homework yet?
Is that hair gel? It looks all mucky and wet.’
Alone, he thought of her in her pink fluffy dress
Handled himself awhile and made a mess.

Boy, sixteen, confused,
Pretends to know it all
Cool guy, hard to reach
Hides feelings, mustn’t fall
Struggling with emotions
His mind hits a hard blank wall