Judge Smith - A Place of Your Own lyrics

Seventeen or eighteen And it's time to leave home Here are fresh young fields to plough And wild oats to be sown In a place of your own Thirty-two, thirty-three And you're seldom alone So you hide behind your eyes From the kids and the phone In a place of your own Eighty-four, eighty-five Can't get blood from a stone You won't mind when they come Lay that flesh, lay that bone In a place of your own