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(difford/tilbrook) |
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She was frigid like a bible |
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When she met her boyfriend michael |
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He took her in his zephyr |
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They sat like salt and pepper |
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Looking out across the city |
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From lover's leap is pretty |
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The lights they flick and flutter |
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He told her how he loved her |
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Next night he called for her |
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But dad protected daughter |
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And told him she was poorly |
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A lie was told there surely |
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So michael felt rejected |
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This wasn't quite expected |
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He drove off to his local |
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Where he felt anti-social |
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She cried all night at missing |
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The boy she could be kissing |
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While he was falling over |
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He drunk himself back sober |
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And went home in a taxi |
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And crashed out in the back seat |
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He slept just like a baby |
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Which he hadn't done just lately |
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He saw her in the morning |
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Out with his sister pauline |
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She felt all shy and soppy |
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He acted cool and cocky |
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He said tonight at charlie's |
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There's going to be a party |
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I'll meet you at half seven |
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She visualised the heaven |
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If you ever change your mind |
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Which you do from time to time |
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Never chew a pickle |
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With a little slap and tickle |
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You have to throw the stone |
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To get the pool to ripple |
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That night they danced together |
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It looked like love forever |
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He put his hand on her leg |
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You should have heard what she said |
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He tried again much later |
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It seemed to aggravate her |
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He drove home in silence |
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Avoiding all violence |
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She said let's watch the city |
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From lover's leap is pretty |
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I think i need the fresh air |
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She put a comb through her hair |
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Then while she turned to kiss him |
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And very nearly missed him |
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She put her hand on his leg |
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He felt her tongue in his head |
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If you ever change your mind |
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Which you do from time to time |
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Never chew a pickle |
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With a little slap and tickle |
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You have to throw the stone |
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To get the pool to ripple |
