All The Girls

Sometimes I like to think,

As I pour myself a drink,

Of all the girls that I’ve ever known,

Back when I was younger,

And I thought myself a lover,

Way before I heard of mobile phones.

There was Rosie with her cider,

Little Lucy she was a fighter,

And Caroline with her flame red hair.

There was Janie with her gun,

I thought Claire could be the one,

And Jenny who was just always there.

Way back in nineteen ninety three,

The world looked so good to me,

I was young happy I was out of school.

We’d drive out in our cars,

Spend the night underneath the stars,

Gathered round everyone playing the fool.

We’d go from passing round the smokes,

To spin the bottle and dirty jokes,

Before disappearing into the night.

With a lover on your arm,

Only each other to keep you warm,

Lying there together in the night.

There was Rosie with her cider,

Little Lucy she was a fighter,

And Caroline with her flame red hair.

There was Janie with her gun,

I thought Claire could be the one,

And Jenny who was just always there.

And to each and every one,

I miss you know you’re gone,

I wonder where you are tonight.

Without you I wouldn’t be,

The man in the mirror that I see,

Dreaming of you when I turn out the light.

Now as I lie back on my bed,

There’s a thought inside my head,

That I’d like to see all those girls again.

I wonder where they are today,

Are they dreaming of yesterdays,

Wishing it was like it was back then.

There was Rosie with her cider,

Little Lucy she was a fighter,

And Caroline with her flame red hair.

There was Janie with her gun,

I thought Claire could be the one,

And Jenny who was just always there.

There was Rosie with her cider,

Little Lucy she was a fighter,

And Caroline with her flame red hair.

There was Janie with her gun,

I thought Claire could be the one,

And Jenny who was just always there.

And to each and every one,

I miss you know you’re gone,

I wonder where you are tonight.

Without you I wouldn’t be,

The man in the mirror that I see,

Dreaming of you when I turn out the light.