Falling stars

Just the cats won't keep her happy
and the flash design furniture
ain't all that it's cracked up to be
nor are the fashion models' features

tho' the flat is nice and cosy
impeccable and oh so warm
in her heart things are more nosy
she feels she's in the eye of the storm

     all the lonely men are latching
     on to her drinking at the bar
     they're the disease she might be catching
     should she become their falling star
     that's what people are
     just falling stars

oh for someone just to talk to her
and not about flash furniture
oh for someone to see through her
and all the longing to be nurtured

but then the lonely never talk
they only judge and classify
she'd like attention but they balk
at feeling, oh they daren't try

       refr.


                   in the war of the sexes
                   which is where we are
                   you'll just have to wish upon
                   your own falling star


1989.