Natasha and Eddie - By Amy Court

Natasha and her Eddie
They keep the flat downstairs from me
They come up every night and we play cards
Now Eddie’s pouring Scotch straight into
Tasha’s favorite Chinese tea
And once again, the winter’s not that hard

Someone take a Polaroid; these precious days are flying -- again
And I want to remember how sweet things are
How easily they come when you’re not trying

Now Eddie’s talking Keruac and Tasha’s talking Shaw
And I am watching candles burn away
Something in the dialogue
I lose my head, forget about
That bastard who broke my heart today

Someone take a Polaroid these precious days are flying -- again
And I want to remember how sweet things are
How easily they come when you’re not trying
How bad can it be when we got 4 channels on the BBC
We’ve got so may chances to take

How bad can it be when we got a pound or two to buy a drink
It doesn’t take much to have it made

It’s turning into morning, and Tasha goes to bed
Reminding us we all have early days
For Eddie one more cigarette, he’s such a beatnik boy
But pretty soon he’s off and on his way

Someone take a Polaroid these precious days are flying -- again
And I want to remember how sweet things are
How easily they go when you’re not trying