Jerrybaldy
09-22-2010, 06:00 PM
Its love, Its love
An extra pinta, please Milky.
Susie moves in today
and we shall paint walls,
laugh and flick paint,
make love on dust sheets,
sharing emulsion kisses.
Ding a bloody dong
its wedding bells.
Jane's the bridesmaid, John is best man
and we shall dance in confetti
and we shall chink our glasses
and look beautiful and handsome
in whimsical portraits.
Book the babysitters
its a bonny baby boy
Harry, no Joe, no Harry.
and we shall not sleep
and we shall never forget
how we said that our love,
would always come first.
Pass the golf clubs, I'm off
and its time for your aerobics
greying, balding and spreading
and we shall stay in
and we shall drink wine
and we shall forget to talk
in commercial breaks
Drinks all round chaps
its a divorce ding dong.
I'm such a happy chappy, boys.
And we shall drink beer
and we shall talk of old days
and pretend they havent
gone at all.
Its love, its love
Jane always knew,
Susie wasnt for me
and we shall be starting over
and we shall be pretending
we never loved this way before
and this feels like the first time.
It's Sunday, its Sunday
I wash the car
Jane is going jogging
and we shall quit pretending
and we shall wear slippers
and cuddle in bed, each wondering
if this is finally it.
Its late, its late, in life
I'm a widower
with a coffee and the crossword
and I shall remember Jane
and I shall wonder of love
and Susie visits me on Tuesdays
and we laugh about starting over.
An extra pinta, please Milky.
Susie moves in today
and we shall paint walls,
laugh and flick paint,
make love on dust sheets,
sharing emulsion kisses.
Ding a bloody dong
its wedding bells.
Jane's the bridesmaid, John is best man
and we shall dance in confetti
and we shall chink our glasses
and look beautiful and handsome
in whimsical portraits.
Book the babysitters
its a bonny baby boy
Harry, no Joe, no Harry.
and we shall not sleep
and we shall never forget
how we said that our love,
would always come first.
Pass the golf clubs, I'm off
and its time for your aerobics
greying, balding and spreading
and we shall stay in
and we shall drink wine
and we shall forget to talk
in commercial breaks
Drinks all round chaps
its a divorce ding dong.
I'm such a happy chappy, boys.
And we shall drink beer
and we shall talk of old days
and pretend they havent
gone at all.
Its love, its love
Jane always knew,
Susie wasnt for me
and we shall be starting over
and we shall be pretending
we never loved this way before
and this feels like the first time.
It's Sunday, its Sunday
I wash the car
Jane is going jogging
and we shall quit pretending
and we shall wear slippers
and cuddle in bed, each wondering
if this is finally it.
Its late, its late, in life
I'm a widower
with a coffee and the crossword
and I shall remember Jane
and I shall wonder of love
and Susie visits me on Tuesdays
and we laugh about starting over.