(Sarah Middleton-Woolley & Nigel Smith)
The box of dolls lost in the loft
Pippa’s, with their hair cut off
They’re sort after, nevertheless
Especially in their original dress
Ladybird books were cheap back then
Now we’re buying ’em back again
People bid for them online
I’ve done it myself from time to time
(Chorus)
I wish I’d kept them safe
Set aside for a rainy day
All those things passed through my hands
So valued now, and in demand
That Suzuki motorbike I sold
Was immaculate, though rather old
If I spotted it for sale someday
I’d buy it back again straight away
Posters pinned around my bed
Of Starsky and Hutch and Motorhead
Coloured vinyl’s and picture discs
Black and white ’70’s Adidas Kicks
(Chorus)
I find myself wondering, whether these things still exist
Do their owners cherish them, the way that I once did?
My bullet belt, long since gone
If I had it now I couldn’t get it on
I remember everywhere I’ve been
Wearing it over my boot laced jeans
Rock band tickets, and tour T shirts
Indian print tops and gypsy skirts
Wouldn’t look out of place today
What a fool, for throwing them away
(Chorus) x2
Copyright 2012 Sarah Middleton-Woolley & Nigel Smith
