Walking home from work tonight
Your letter warm, I'm holding tight
Said you want to see me soon
I phoned you late this afternoon
The bar we first met seems alive
I'll see you there at eight tonight
Shouldn't think like this
But is there something in us meeting now?
All this time, I've waited knowing
Though I've changed my heart's still showing
I'll wear a new dress, wash my clothes
I'll wear the earrings that you chose
If the man you've grown to be
Is more Morrison than Morrisey
I'll tell you straight as we undress
That things got better when you left
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