Your 26,
Fit in a little red dress,
Got stokable hair, and never undressed.
When I tickle your feet your giggle seems so endearing,

We’ll work things through and always hold hands,
I’ll get fuzzy fingers when you sleep on my arm,
And you’ll cling to my skin, like lemon peel.

If you phone Wing Wah, I’ll heat up the plates,
Watch independent films,
Underneath the quilt.
I got cashews and Shiraz,
For later Green and Blacks.

I’ll think of you when I’m driving to work,
When I’m washing my face,
When I’m having a shave,
And I’m thinking of you even though we have not met