
Sixteen and the disco blur
Smoke rises, making me squint
Novelty’s not worn off and neither’s my lip tint
Get up from New Look. Skirt too shortÂ
My only thought was – I’ve arrived
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Sixteen
With my mate’s id
Lola Lo, the place to go, a place to behold
Pre boogie cig without a coat
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Rihanna every other song
Until some kid begs to put Abba on
Then you puff your chest like the request is absurd
But Dancing Queen starts and you know every word
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Pinnacle of living
Recite the chorus in perfect rhythm
Your friends in unison, boppin
No plans of ever stopping
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I miss us spending hours on our hair
Then whipping it up in a sweaty bun as soon as we get there
I miss swaying side to side on the toilet seat
Then stepping out into a photoshoot with the next girl you meet
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Early hours and our mission not complete
Don’t stop til you’ve reached peak body heat
Only tumble out as the doors shut behind you
Trickle home, knowing you’ll be back soon
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It was sweet as the Smirnoff Ice we sipped on the street
Before clopping past the bouncer for a night of sore feet
We didn’t know how free we were
Multicoloured floor and the disco blur
Drying off the sweat in the smoking area xx
Love this x
Pure nostalgia this is