The Glitter Girls
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His hands are dirty, her hair is messed
She´s getting ready, he´s getting dressed
And hey, you are in front of me
But no, no, no, I just can´t believe
That the people that I saw, 
Were like the people next door

  All the boys are growing old (& one by one)
  They´re coming in out of the cold.

Striking matches, striking poses
The morning opens, the night closes
And hey, you are in front of me
But no, no, no, I just can´t believe
That the people that I saw, 
Were like the people next door


Words & Music: David Parkin
1982