When I turned 16

I was furious and restless

Got a chancy girl haircut

And a plane ticket to Paris

I stayed there with Pansy

He had a studio in the seventh

Lost his lover to a sickness

I slept beside him in his bed

That's when I met Nancy

She was smoking on a gipsy

She had a ring in her nose

And her eyes were changing like moonstones

She said "Open up late bloomer

It will make you smile

I can see that fire burning

In you little child "

Nancy came from Boston

She got in trouble very often

Cause her parents had forgotten her

She would skate over the pond

She was searching for the writer of a song

That made her shiver

She listened over

And over on a Walkman cassette

She said "Come with me late bloomer

For a little while

I wanna see that fire burning

In you little child "

How could I resist her

I had longed for a big sister

And I wanted to kiss her

But I hadn't done that

We found the writer

He was just some kid from Boston

I was jealous as I watched him talking to her

But man he's not astonish

Didn't look like no Adonis

But as Nancy had promised

He was heavy as led

And he said "Come with us late bloomer

For a little while

We wanna feel that fire burning

In you little child "

Give me my candor

But I just had to have her

And at the time I didn't mind sharing with him

He rode in silence

All the way back to the seventh

And I promised I'd write her

But I never did

And she said "Au revoir

Late bloomer for a little while

You gotta keep the fire burning

In you little child "