
romantic Piscean seeks angel in disguise
Chinese-speaking girlfriend big brown eyes
Liverpudlian lady sophisticated man
hello partner
tell me love can't fail
and it's you and it's me and in the summertime
we'll be hand in hand down in the park
with a squeeze and a sigh and that twinkle in your eye
and all the sunshine banishes the dark
do some people wind up with the one that they abhor
in a distant hell-hole room third world war
but all I see is films where a colourless despair
meant angry young men with immaculate hair
sometimes...
get up a voice inside says there's no time for looking down
only a pound a word and you're talking to the town
but how do you coin the phrase though that will set your soul apart
just to touch
a lonely heart
and it's you and it's me in the
summertime
we'll be hand in hand down in the park
with a squeeze and a sigh and that twinkle in your eye
and all the sunshine banishes the dark
and it's you and it's me in the summertime
as I turn my white skin red
two peas from the same pod yes we are
or have I read too much fiction?
is this how it happens?
Harriet Wheeler, 1997