I've seen her about

 I seen her about,

I don’t know who she is,

But she’s f*****g gorgeous.

I just don’t know who she is.

I ain’t seen her

Round here before.

She’s better than the old slags

We’re used to round here

With their foul gob’s and

Moody rings.

 

I seen her about

But I don’t know her name.

She’s like a porcelain statue

Rare, carved, out my price range.

Expensive, flamboyant and tasteful

I just gotta know her name.

I ain’t seen her round

Here before

I wonder who she is.

 

I seen her about

I don’t know who she is.

I need the bottle to approach her

Overcome my subordinate fears.

I wonder if she’s noticed me?

As I glide by the flats,

Or if I appear to local,

In me jeans, trainer’s and cap.

 

I seen her about

But Christ knows who she is,

I ain’t seen her down the local

I ain’t seen her f and blind.

She can’t be from

Round here

She’s far too refined.

 

I seen her about

I don’t know who she is

She floats like an apparition

And makes me numb and

Somnambulist.

Comparable to a mythical angel

Ascending from a misty dream

I seen her about

I wonder who she is.