We've been out

All day long

In the sorring

About to write a new song

A new song

For us to sing


The library girls were all wearing new skirts

And the sun was shining above

I told you all about my new flirts

And the vanity of love


I had to choose between girls

At that party I dreamed of

I saw your hair turning curls

And knew you'd fallen in love


It's not enough, you're not happy

With the sun above

Next week you're flying to NYC

To meet the one you love

To meet your brand new love,

light and candles

For the night