Beautiful South - Virgin Lyrics
And I think that I wish I was virginAnd I smile and I think of youAnd my first, very first entryClumsy and romanticMy special mix in youClumsy like the first stepClumsy like the first conker off the treeAnd romantic, like the wind that cuts your hairAnd romantic, like the glass that holds your drinkClumsy and romanticMy special mix in youAnd I think that I wish I was youngAnd I smile and I think of youAnd my first, very first true kissDefensive and so coyDefensive like the jacket that holds your weightDefensive like the hat that holds you hairAnd coy like the first kiss, the kiss that first made you coyAnd coy like the tears, the tears that made you coySo gentle, so gentle it made you strongIt made you strong, like the first kissClumsy and romantic, so gentle it made you strongClumsy and romantic, the kiss that made you strong