Pedestrians 🎶

Yeah, this one's for my girl Sophie, Eleven years old, our eyes locked, you and me, Tallest in the room, that's how it started, St. Augustine's nuns, we were never half-hearted.

Met you when we were just eleven, heads above the rest, Two tall girls at St. Augustine's, Latin and the best. You, me, and Phoebe—original trio tight, Then you brought Yasmine in, made the foursome right. Learning Latin from the nuns, got expelled for my crimes, But we all left with straight A's, living our best times.

Your big sis Emma became big sister to me too, All these years later, Soph, look what we've been through. Secret Garden Party, I snuck in with your wrist band, You got that thing off, James stressed the whole weekend—damn! Guards doing checks, but we made it work, That's the Sophie magic, pulling off the perk.

From Ladbroke Grove to Iron Bar nights, Ending at Mau Mau with the gays and the strays—those lights!

You're my badass bitch, we've come so far, Good judges of character at every random bar. From tacky cruises to wedding dress tries, You shouted "slow coach" at a disabled guy—surprise! Got so many stories, not all suitable for pedestrians, Sophie, you're the best friend, my forever companion.

Remember that cheap cruise to Spain, tacky as hell? "Hardest man in Plymouth" offered us brown—we said "nah, we're well." You dropped your extra curriculars, panic in your eyes, But we found them in the end—dodgy nights, no lies.

We always said we're good judges of character, you know, Starting at random bars, meeting people, letting it flow. No sense of security, just vibes and trust, That's how we rolled, Soph—reckless but just.

You tried to run from a cab without paying the fare, Told the driver wrong street—awkward standing there! Shambino festival, you wore everything you brought, So cold you looked like a fridge—square, I'm not lying, I'm not!

I helped you find your wedding dress while you were away, Tried it on for photos, sent them your way. All the bridesmaids' shoes delivered to my place, I lost them (stolen, I swear!), barefoot wedding grace.

You got 100% in GCSE art, top of the class, I was your bridesmaid in Tobago—memories that last. You and James wrapped yourselves up as my birthday gift, Hidden in the car, boy what a shift!

That became our trend, Christmas flights instead of things, James books it for you, I show up—that's what friendship brings. One year they wrapped you both as presents too, Delivered to my door—Soph, only you would do!

Emma's our big sister, always had our back, From schoolgirl days to now, keeping us on track. Got so many stories but not all suitable for pedestrians, You know what I mean, Soph—our little traditions.

From Ladbroke Grove to Iron Bar nights, Ending at Mau Mau with the gays and the strays—those lights!

You're my badass bitch, we've come so far, Good judges of character at every random bar. Got so many stories, not all suitable for pedestrians, You're the best friend I ever had, my ride-or-die companion. From tacky cruises to wedding dress tries, Forty years of Sophie, no disguise, no lies.

Forty years, Soph, and we're just getting started, From eleven-year-olds to now, never half-hearted. Happy birthday, babes, here's to many more, Tallest in the room, best friends to the core.