Late Bloomer - Jenny Lewis

When I turned 16, I was furious and restless

Got a Chelsea Girl haircut and a plane ticket to Paris.

I stayed there with a 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 gypsy

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 escaped over the pond.

She was searching for the writer of a song that made her shiver

She listened over and over on her 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 the nerve.

We found the writer, he was just some kid from Boston.

I was jealous as I watched him talking to her.

But man was I astonished, didn’t look like no Adonis,

But as Nancy had promised, he was heavy as lead.

And he said «Come with us, late bloomer, for a little while.

We wanna feel that fire burning in you, little child.»

Forgive me my candor, but I just had to have her.

And at the time I didn’t mind sharing with him.

We 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.»