The Wu-Tang Clan

She dreams of Staten Island,
She never, ever dreams of Walthenstow,
Her friends are getting married,
Getting their hair cut like Jill Dando,
She hopes that Terry Soams won't ask her out tonight,
For the fourth time,
She wants to be alone.

With the curtains drawn and the stereo on
She swings her hips and dances to the Wu-Tang Clan
And the sadness ebbs away now
She shuts her eyes and throws her head up high
It's better when there's no one around
And she's feeling something real now

And on the train home everyone moves away
Because she stinks of work
And she does, and she knows so it doesn't hurt
And in her mind she pictures ODB
In his prison cell alone
It's not wrong to want to be alone
She would tell him so

With the curtains drawn and the stereo on
She swings her hips and dances to the Wu-Tang Clan
And the sadness ebbs away now
She shuts her eyes and throws her head up high
It's better when there's no one around
And she's feeling something real now

And RZA, Ghostface Killah, Inspectah Deck
Golden Arms will hold the time out of harm
In the council flat tonight
And the thought hits her at 105 BPM
That sometimes for a second
She believes that everything will be alright
Everything will be alright
Everything will be alright
Everything will be alright