Bright Young Things
Lucys wearing vintage
Boys in a rented tux
Safety pins for cufflinks
Please dance with me
The partys still in full swing
and youre such a bright young thing
Nancys got her monkey
on a silver chain
Pose for Stephens camera
then dance with me
Forget what the future brings
Surrounded by bright young things
Sometimes a partys
a port in a storm
No one is weary
or lost and forlorn
Listen, a nightingale sings
in Berkeley Square the bright young things
are flying on chemical wings
intent on their one-last-flings tonight
Its time! Its time!
Its time! Its time!
When I get you home
therell be sunlight on your bed
Close your eyes and drift off
imagining
the promise of a diamond ring
You the queen, and I your king
Sometimes a partys
a port in a storm
You wont feel weary
or lost or forlorn
Listen, a nightingale sings
in Berkeley Square the bright young things
are flying on chemical wings
Share with me one last fling tonight
