The Beautiful South - Virgin lyrics

And I think that I wish I was virgin

And I smile and I think of you

And my first, very first entry

Clumsy and romantic

My special mix in you

Clumsy like the first step

Clumsy like the first conker off the tree

And romantic, like the wind that cuts your hair

And romantic, like the glass that holds your drink

Clumsy and romantic

My special mix in you

And I think that I wish I was young

And I smile and I think of you

And my first, very first true kiss

Defensive and so coy

Defensive like the jacket that holds your weight

Defensive like the hat that holds you hair

And coy like the first kiss, the kiss that first made you coy

And coy like the tears, the tears that made you coy

So gentle, so gentle it made you strong

It made you strong, like the first kiss

Clumsy and romantic, so gentle it made you strong

Clumsy and romantic, the kiss that made you strong