The Girl Group Groupie

Lyric Sheets

Martin Newell
Thursday 14 November 1996 19:02 EST
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Pouting down from posters

The vamps and sweet coquettes

Who staff the vacant dream-lot

That no young man forgets

Like early cigarettes

A proto-girl-group groupie

No shame and no regrets

I drifted out of childhood

As lonely as it gets

In love with The Ronettes

Their names go by like stations

The Bangles and Belle Stars

They take their relay baton

And harmonies from Mars

Straight from the Shangri-Las

So perfect in the pop mags

But slightly out of reach

The business knows the market

And flings them in the breach

Here boys: one Spice Girl each.

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