Sitting in the park passing time
Watching stars with a bottle of wine
You notice something in my smile
So we head off into town
Just in time for kicking out
Call a friend but there's no reply
They're never about, but it was worth a try
And we go rolling down the London Road
Though we know it's not the best way home
Sitting on a corner staring at our shoes
Sick to my guts for the love of you
The garage up ahead closed down
But the petrol smell still hangs around
And you don't like it like I do
We're singing about the hip lap drive
And I can't dance to save my life
But I've never felt more like I wanted to
Still something tells me not to
As we go rolling down the London Road
Though we know it's not the best way home
And sit on a corner staring at our shoes
You never shut up
I never make my move