The Beautiful South - Virgin lyrics

And I think that I wish I was virgin And I smile and I think of you And my first, very first entry Clumsy and romantic My special mix in you Clumsy like the first step Clumsy like the first conker off the tree And romantic, like the wind that cuts your hair And romantic, like the gla** that holds your drink Clumsy and romantic My special mix in you And I think that I wish I was young And I smile and I think of you And my first, very first true kiss Defensive and so coy Defensive like the jacket that holds your weight Defensive like the hat that holds you hair And coy like the first kiss, the kiss that first made you coy And coy like the tears, the tears that made you coy So gentle, so gentle it made you strong It made you strong, like the first kiss Clumsy and romantic, so gentle it made you strong Clumsy and romantic, the kiss that made you strong