The New Me

by Clive James and Pete Atkin

High time these childish things were set aside
No good can come of this regret
It never helped me yet
And hurts my pride

Next time I'll never let some shining knight
Take me for easily deceived
As if I still believed
In heart's delight

I was a sweetie but that had to stop
I was always on the hop
I had to be another me

The new me is hard as nails, a bitch in fact
Not really very nice to know
Cold as the driven snow
And lacking tact

I was a darling but that had to end
I was going round the bend
I had to be another me

The new me has ceased to weep and laughs to scorn
Boys learning to be men and then
Men yearning to be boys again
At least she laughs