Jenny Lewis - Late Bloomer Lyrics
When I turned 16 I was furious and restlessGot a chancy girl haircut and a plane ticket to ParisI stayed there with Pansy, he had a studio in the seventhLost his lover to a sickness, I slept beside him in his bedThat's when I met Nancy, she was smoking on a gipsyShe had a ring in her nose and her eyes were changing like moonstonesShe said "Open up late bloomer, it will make you smileI can see that fire burning, in you little child."Nancy came from Boston, she got in trouble very oftenCause her parents had forgotten her, she would skate over the pondShe was searching for the writer of a song that made her shiverShe listened over and over on a Walkman cassetteShe 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 sisterAnd I wanted to kiss her, but I hadn't done thatWe found the writer, he was just some kid from BostonI was jealous as I watched him talking to herBut man he's not astonish, didn't look like no AdonisBut as Nancy had promised, he was heavy as ledAnd 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 herAnd at the time I didn't mind sharing with himHe rode in silence, all the way back to the seventhAnd I promised I'd write her but I never didAnd she said "Au revoir, late bloomer, for a little while,You gotta keep the fire burning, in you little child."
