Ian Ball

Concentrate, do you remember standing on the fire escape Looking down over the city wondering if you still fitted in Then you hear a song you remember drifting up from the street Waiting for the moment of recognition to kick in This is just a test Tu

If I ever get caught in the usual situation Of champagne taste and big pocketbook I would spend all I own without any reservation Then get some sweet, sweeter than sweet Sweeter than sweet, sweet sleep I remember the time when I was in your position