Ant Smith

Poetry

Special Needs Girl

You’re my special-needs girl, babe

Your my special friend

Yes, you’re my special-needs girl, babe

I’ll love you till the end

Oh, special friend

You’re my special friend

You’re my special friend

Don’t know which

is more frightening

To be the first,

or last, in line

Don’t know if

it’s more exciting

To play with you

Or with dynamite

You’re my favourite

nightmare

You’re my Gloria

in-excelsis

You’re my special friend

You’re my special-needs girl, babe

Your my special friend

Yes, you’re my special-needs girl, babe

I’ll love you till the end

Oh, special friend

You’re my special friend

You’re my special friend

Poetry