There She Stood

You look beautiful,

As per usual,

But I’ve always had a thing for girls,

Who live their holidays indirectly through an insta pic,

I live my life in the back of a song lyric,

About a relationship,

With a high class waitress,

Or a low class worker,

With weekend breaks in Cambridge,

From your ex when he’s a bit of a lurker.

There she stood,

In a dress she wore just the weekend before,

No she doesn’t think her mates’ll notice,

When she drinks enough to lose her focus,

Oh why she could,

If she wanted him again she ain’t sure he’d come,

But she’s not afraid to go and try,

She’s in love with the inside.

And after all those words and the way he spun it,

You know she’d love it but she just don’t want it.

You look good,

I mean really good,

And I’ll say it to your back,

I pick letters off the ground and then I put ‘em in a hat

And then I sing ‘em as a matter of fact, Honey I don’t know where this might go,

You said I’m marginally wooden,

Baby now no you can’t stick something,

Maybe soon you’ll cross the room and kiss ‘em when he isn’t looking.

Oh,

She’s absolutely adored,

When he’s out he’s a liar when he’s home he’s a bore,

And he’s reckless, on fire he’s a flirter on tour

She could,

If she wanted him again she ain’t sure he’d come,

But she’s not afraid to go and try,

She’s in love with the inside.

And after all those words and the way he spun it,

You know she’d love it but she just don’t want it.

Tried to fix you,

Tried and failed,

Trial and error,

Tried to apologise,

But that don’t mean a thing when

There she stood

There she stood

There she stood

There she stood