So I’m walking through town
Up High street, passed Barnardos
And I see this bird, and she’s well fit
Tight fitting top, See her cleavage, almost all she’s got
Tattoo on her shoulder, one on her navel
And I wanna see her naked, wanna see her in my bed
And I recon I will in my head
Tonight if I think hard enough
Yea, I might just keep that image there
Call her my Tuesday girl Tell myself I could have her
If I saw her again , If I were prepared
Had my words ready like so I don’t get tongue tied
Talk a lot of crap
Say “in’it warm?” how dulls that?
So I’d say “You wanna go out sometimes?”
And she’d say “I. Why not.” And I’d say. “Disrales tonight?”
She’d say “Alright.”
That’s what ill do.
If I see her again.