You took me to France On the promise of teaching me French We were told to assemble To meet up at 10 I was 12 and naive You planned out our route I sat in your car My suitcase in the boot On the M1 and the A1 Until we reached Dover Through passport control You pulled your car over On the liner, we stood on the deck We left port My first time abroad
A school trip to Fance Well fancy that A weekend away To parle Français Well fancy that
We found the hotel Checked in to a room and unpacked It had been a long day You said "let's hit the sack" As I changed I could feel your eyes watching me I crept into bed You pretended to read The lights went out I fell asleep Woke up with a shock And your hands on me I couldn't shout I couldn't scream Let me out Let me dream I turned onto my side I laid there and cried
On my first night in France Well fancy that You terrified me I just wanted to sleep Well fancy that
Morning came Light shone through I left France I arrived home The hedge that you dragged me through Led to a nervous breakdown If I could have read What was going on inside your head I would have said But I was blind To your devious mind There's no excuse For child abuse And the scars that it leaves Where do you draw the line
On school trips to France Well fancy that You had a good time Turned sex into crime Well fancy that
Compositores: Neville Egunton Staples, Terence Edward Hall (Terry Hall), Lynval Fitzgerald Golding ECAD: Obra #5083495