Selecter - Vicky's Magic Garden Lyrics
Angora jumpers on the 10:15Off to Brighton for the dayShe's gently swaying through her magazineVictoria is on her wayOranges spinning in a Wimpy barAlthough she knows it's not the sameShe sits and wonders where it all went wrongWraps her coat around her painOh, the magic in her garden never growsThe places and the faces that she used to knowOh, the magic in her garden never growsThe places and the faces that she used to knowThat she used to knowCherry vanilla flavored ice cream coneLingers softly on her lipsThe memory of a guilty phone call homeThe wetness of a teenage kissSlingbacks clicking on the wooden boardsAs she steps lightly on the pierShe sits and watches as the sun goes downShe'll be back this time next yearOh, the magic in her garden never growsThe places and the faces that she used to knowOh, the magic in her garden never growsThe places and the faces that she used to knowThat she used to knowAll the scooters, tonic suits and midnight featuresShiny chrome, shiny lights and shiny peopleAll the blues and all the tunes of pretty facesAll the kings and queens and all the acesAll the Sundays and the Mondays spending wagesNow growing in the gardens of suburban places
