It wasn't a particularly sunny day nor fine
And a dozen little problems kept me more than occupied
Until I rounded the Hope Park Holy Wall
And looked ahead to find her in the way
Grinning like a misbehaving child
Could I talk of anything and what did I replied to
I think I mumbled something hunger wise
My insides eating up the butterflies that kept hunger at bay
And my nerves were playing crazy buggers with my sense of style
Throw me round and down
Before I fall
11am soon became 1am of the next day
And it seems I've spent some 20 years
Just gazing at her face
And in her eyes she seemed to know me
Seemed to search into my soul
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