Before You Were Mine
Maggie McGeeney and Jean Duff.
The three of you bend from the waist,
Holding each other, or your knees, and shriek at the
pavement.
Your polka-dot dress blows round your legs.
Marilyn.
The thought of me doesn't occur In the ballroom with the
thousand eyes,
The fizzy, movie tomorrows
The right walk home could bring.
I knew you would dancelike that.
Before you were mine,
Your Ma stands at the close with a hiding for the late one.
You reckon it's worth it.
The decade ahead of my loud, possessive yell was the best
one, eh?
I remember my hands in those high-heeled red shoes, relics,
And now your ghost clatters toward me over George Square
Till I see you, clear as scent, under the tree,
With its lights, and whose small bites on your neck,
sweetheart?
You'd teach me the steps on the way home from Mass,
Stamping stars from the wrong pavement.
Even then I wanted the bold girl winking in Portobello,
Somewhere in
Scotland, before I was born.
That glamorous love lasts
Where you sparkle and waltz and laugh
Before you were mine.
It’s called: That Girl (Who) I’m Becoming
V1:
I long to stroke your scarlet ribbon hair
Kiss your tender lips without care
Wipe away the tears from your eyes while you stare
Chorus:
I want to know that girl
That girl who dared to dream and take risks
That girl who was always too sharp and too quick
I want to know that girl
That girl who had dreams and hopes
That girl who ran and threw snowballs in the snow
I want to know who I’m becoming
V2:
I long to see him loving you with passionate hands
I see you in sticky situations coping best you can
I want to see your passion seep out through your palms
(Repeat Chorus)
M8:
I want to know what happened
To this girl that used to be so fun, so free
Was it all because of me?
I want to know that girl
(Repeat Chorus)
That girl who I’m becoming.
Steph
XxX
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