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Intoxicating

 2am     the clubs   are turning out

clients     dancing   singing

            pirouetting  

they wanna 'wake up in a city

          that never sl-ee-ps'

(looking from my window

     for 20 seconds I agree)

they 'wanna be   king of the pile

top of the heap'

     making faces in   shop windows

slapping the glass    as they leap

  a passer-by yells  'I wanna  be  part

   of it guys, I wanna make   a

brand new start of it guys'

  as he chances   a tottering dance

               if they can leapfrog here

they can   leapfrog   anywhere

whoops

bollard

 

Liz Callingham