Julie Christie

You remind me of Julie Christie in 'Billy Liar' You, your milky youth Wide eyed devotion and pure desire You are open to all of my suggestions But you are better for none of my pretensions They get their way most times But you'll get your way this time You cannot stay in this hole You'll get away this time Warm with wayward hope Your kisses breathless, your love divine You left drama school For shop floor restless, not by design You are tired of provincial boutique Sundays You want the mythical New York and Champs Elysee Never try to profit With fortune you can stop it I'm afraid you will succeed To find what capitals are cleaner The gra*s is so much greener Please don't ever go to seed