JAN HARGREAVES THAT KIND OF GIRL I can’t sleep with you tonight She said My legs are hairy And it would repulse you Normally I would I’m that sort of girl And then she laughed He told me this Downstairs at Café Pop Over a mug of hot Vimto I thought I’d sleep with you Hairy legs or not And I’m not that sort of girl Then he stared at a woman At the table in the alcove And I thought Maybe not Back to TUT Samples Back to The Ugly Tree The Library