My room faces north

But the sun's in the south

I'm just waking up

To the news of my birth

I am a girl and I'm lucky to be here

Whatever that's worth

Like an ostrich I lived

With my head in the sand

Slipped into corners

Sat on my hands

I learnt to stifle shouts and outrage

And feeling deep down

With my chains falling off

And the hope in a friend

Cafes and walkways

And sculptured weekends

I'm getting to love my freedom

I'm getting to like my surroundings

My room faces north

But the sun's in the south

You are far out of reach

Could I be any worth

To some special person?

My mind is unknowing

Of any such love

So I yell out the window

Answer the mail

My diary's quiet

The definitive nail

In my social coffin

I blame all the boffins

For making me fail

For an hour in the park

Or an hour on the couch

With the boy of my choice

If he makes me go "ouch!"

I will swap all my dumb school prizes

I am open to dark surprises

My room faces north

But the sun's in the south

You are far out of reach

Perfect hand, perfect mouth

The boredom, the freedom

The train on the meadow

Please keep me in dreams

I don't [bad word] 
I don't want the drama

I just want your jeans

I just want your jeans