Well Fancy That - Live in Hitchin 6th April 1983

Thank you

You took me to France
On the promise of teaching me French
We were told to assemble, to meet up at ten
I was 12 and naive, you planned out our route
I sat in your car

My suitcase in the boot
On the M1 the A1, until we reached Dover
Through passport control, you pulled your car over
On the liner, we stood on the deck, ee left port
My first time abroad

A school trip to Fance
Well fancy that
A weekend away
To parle Français
Well fancy that

We found the hotel
Checked into a room and unpacked
It had been a long day
You said "Let's hit the sack"
As I changed, I could feel your eyes watching me

I crept into bed, pretended to read
The lights went out, I fell asleep
Woke up with a shock
And your hands on me
I couldn't shout, I couldn't scream
Let me out, let me dream
I turned onto my side
I laid there and cried

On my first night in France
Well fancy that
You terrified me
I just wanted to sleep
Well fancy that

Morning came, light shone through
I left France, I arrived home
The hedge that you dragged me through
Led to a nervous breakdown

If I could have read
What was going on inside your head
I would have said, but I was blind
To your devious mind
There's no excuse for child abuse
And the scars that it leaves
Where do you draw the line

On school trips to France
Well fancy that
You had a good time
Turned sex into crime
Well fancy that



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Writer(s): Terry Hall, Lynval Golding, Neville Egunton Staples
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