Like You Would . . .

Well I got up in the morning,
Like you would . . .
And I cooked a bit of breakfast,
Like you would . . .
But at the door I stopped.
For a message had been dropped,
And I picked it up, and read it,
Like you would . . .

"Oh Blimey!" I said,
Like you would . . .
"Have a read of this,
This is good!"
It said: "I live across the way,
And admire you every day,
And my heart, it breaks without you."

It said: "I'd buy you furs and jewels,
If I could,"
And I go along with that,
I think he should,
It said: "Meet me in the Park,
When it's good and dark,
And so me wife won't see,
I'll wear a hood."

Oh, I blushed with shame and horror,
Like you would,
That a man would ask me that,
As if I could!
So I wrote him back a letter,
Saying "No, I think it's better,
If I meet you in the Rose and Crown,
Like we did last Thursday."

Written by Pam Ayres

Graphics by: Renee

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