Late Bloomer

When I turned 16 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 moodstones She said "Open up late bloomer, it will 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 her Walkman cassette And 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."