The yellow cab drivers

The trams on their wires

The heels on the pavement

Collecting outside

The all seeing window

It’s clairvoyant glow

Where each new indulgence

Is born and on show

And it all starts to seem

Like love's possible now

A fairy god mother

At every checkout

Sometimes

You won’t believe it’s true

Sometimes

But then others

You just need a new you

You could be Coco, Amelia

Gertrude Bell or Britney

You’d have the eyes of a gorgon

Skin like Anne Frank's

They’ll ask you your secret

But don’t kiss and tell

Just say thanks

You won’t recognise me

Won’t know who I am

Like I’m on the witness

Protection programme

Keeping all my receipts

And my enemies close

Sometimes they flee from you

Sometimes they don’t

Sometimes

They put the fear in you

Sometimes

But it’s always done for your own good

See you could be

Pan frying low flying human meat

All willingly

Esprit is just nonsense

But nonsense feels free

A freehold on your soul’s

Worth its weight in gold

Take it from me