Pete Atkin - Frangipanni Was Her Flower lyrics

Atkin-James Frangipanni was her flower And amethyst her birthday stone The fairest blossom of the bower She wasn't born to be alone And now she was terribly alone A Ford Cortina was the car Eleven thirty-five the hour The squeak of gravel in the drive Left the damsel in the tower Pondering her vanished power Always, everything had gone so well Her dolls had been the best She was better than the rest Always, everything had gone so well The world at her behest Had fed her from the breast Always, everything had gone so well She was married all in white To a lad serenely trite Always, everything had gone so well And on her wedding night Things had more or less gone right By fairest fortune she was kissed Frangipanni was her bloom A silver spoon was in her fist Upon emerging from the womb Tonight she wrecked the room