Your voice as crisp as virgin snow
Your face a jewelled worldly glow
Your hair as black as a precious stone
Your beauty and wisdom upon you doth roam
Your presence and charm from you exude
Your talent and flare create a sensuous mood
Wonderful woman passionate and witty
Always ready to compose a clever little ditty
"Girl don’t come", "Long live love", and more
Are just some of her triumphs I do implore
A girl of the sixties, stardom in tow
Never changed our Sandie one bit I know
You meet The Smiths and perform with them
"Hand in glove" is the song I remember when
You appeared on "Top of the pops" and writhed around the floor
You were having the time of your life, disgracefully that’s for sure
Sandie my darling the world has listened
Your aura infinite doth glisten and glisten
The perfect child the mother of Grace
A singer of excellence, the legendary face.
USED
Used, abused, confused, bemused
I feel all of these quadrupled
People take without knowing how to give
Well some know exactly what they are doing
I make excuses for these poor, misguided creatures
There I go again being nice, trite and forgiving
People play on your good nature and cause you pain
They lie, cheat and smother your emotions to pulp
They make promises which will never develop
Only in their infinite fantasies will they act on them
But this is the real world and my heart is on show
They see it glowing in the dark and cling on like a leach
She’s a soft touch, she’s a love, she’s a darlin
An auntie being I mind not, it’s the baggage of agony in tow
I have a life of my own to live, to get on with
Tears, fears, confidential, delicate matters discussed
I feel out on a limb and cant escape the emotional blackmail
Only I can flee the black, gloomy, terrain
That has captured my way of feeling
I will not go under, I shall not go under
Not for any of the shallow, cretinous bastards
Get back on your high horse girl
And gallop back into the limelight
After all used, abused, confused, bemused are.........................