you used to get it in your fishnets 

now you only get it in your night dress 

discarded all the naughty nights for niceness 

landed in a very common crisis

everything’s in order in a black hole 

nothing seems as pretty as the past though

that bloody mary’s lacking in tabasco 

remember when you used to be a rascal?

oh the boy’s a slag

the best you ever had

the best you ever had is just a memory

and those dreams 

but as daft as they seem 

as daft as they seemed 

my love when you dream them up

flicking through a little book of sex tips 

remember when the boys were all electric?