4 years ago
Late Bloomer
Lyrics
When I turned sixteen I was furious and restless
Got a Chelsea girl haircut
And a plane ticket to Paris
I stayed there with Pansy
He had a studio in the seventh
Lost his lover to a sickness
I slept beside him in his bed
That's when I met Nancy
She was smoking on a gypsy
She had a ring in her nose and her eyes
Were changing like mood stones
She said "open up late bloomer
It'll make you smile
I can see that fire burning
In you, little child"
Nancy came from Boston
She got in trouble very often
'Cause her parents had forgotten her
She escaped over the pond
She was searching for the writer
Of a song that made her shiver
She listened over and over
On a Walkman cassette
She said, "come with me late bloomer
For a little while
I wanna see that fire burning
In you, little child"
How could I resist her?
I had longed for a big sister
And I wanted to kiss her
But I hadn't the nerve
We found the writer
He was just some kid from Boston
I was jealous as I watched him talking to her
But man was I astonished
He didn't look like no Adonis
But as Nancy had promised
He was heavy as lead
And he said, "come with us late bloomer
For a little while
We wanna feel that fire burning
In you, little child"
Give me my candor
But I just had to have her
And at the time I didn't mind sharing with him
We rode in silence
All the way back to the seventh
And I promised I'd write her, but I never did
And she said, "au revoir, late bloomer
For a little while
You gotta keep the fire burning
In you little child"
Writer(s): Jenny Lewis
Copyright(s): Lyrics © Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
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