Late Bloomer

When I turned 16 I was furious and restless

Got a chancy girl haircut and a plane ticket to Paris

I stayed there with Pansy, he had a studio in the seventh

Lost his lover to a sickness, I slept beside him in his bed

That's when I met Nancy, she was smoking on a gipsy

She had a ring in her nose and her eyes were changing like moonstones

She said "Open up late bloomer, it will make you smile

I can see that fire burning, in you little child."

Nancy came from Boston, she got in trouble very often

Cause her parents had forgotten her, she would skate over the pond

She was searching for the writer of a song that made her shiver

She listened over and over on a Walkman cassette

She said "Come with me late bloomer, for a little while

I wanna see that fire burning, in you little child."

How could I resist her, I had longed for a big sister

And I wanted to kiss her, but I hadn't done that

We found the writer, he was just some kid from Boston

I was jealous as I watched him talking to her

But man he's not astonish, didn't look like no Adonis

But as Nancy had promised, he was heavy as led

And he said "Come with us late bloomer, for a little while

We wanna feel that fire burning, in you little child."

Give me my candor, but I just had to have her

And at the time I didn't mind sharing with him

He rode in silence, all the way back to the seventh

And I promised I'd write her but I never did

And she said "Au revoir, late bloomer, for a little while

You gotta keep the fire burning, in you little child."