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Straight out of Camden, spring in heels, it's a Friday, and it's lazy weatherAnd you're looking sublime, you're all zips and pockets and bracelets made of plasticIt's a sharp relief as I shut my eyes to the sunshine as you scan the cityFor the dogs in the park and the goths and punks having picnicsSo give me perspective, my head is driftingTo a caffeine rush in communal kitchensA friendly face is a rare oasis around hereSo give me perspective, time to address thisA cafe/bar with no flipping guest listOr rest my head and then shut my eyes to the streetsI'm at ninety degreesA kick in the teeth, it's the working week and I'm working in the Merchant CityA new pair of shoes, a new attitude and it's chaos in the boardroomThere's a chart on the wall, it's an old school blackboard with chalk lines, and the lines are fallingAnd if Dolly was working nine to five she'd be burned out in the printroom sticking staples in her eyesSo give me perspective, my head is driftingTo college work in communal kitchensAnd overtime is just fiction from outdated mindsSo give me direction, time for reflectionAnd I want you dancing without exceptionOr rest my head and then shut my eyes to the streetsI'm at ninety degreesAnd all of a sudden you catch yourself, it's a weeknight, and it's hell tomorrowAnd if Dolly was working nine to five she'd be burned out in the printroom sticking staples in her eyes From Letras Mania