Jacquie I Wont Mind
Your boyfriend's working late tonight
By now he's headed home
He's somewhere on the Northern line.
Guess he could walk in any time.
So if you stop short and call me Jacquie I won't mind.
You know she's nothing like you
Nothing's like you
We sit up talking half the night.
It's all about art and books
Or the quality of the light.
You know she's nothing like you
Your sister is nothing like you.
Nothing's like you.
Well my wife's good
And your bloke's kind.
He's a lucky, lucky, lucky find.
And while we can't have what we want
I'll settle for your mind.
Ah she's nothing like you
Looks nothing like you
She smells nothing like you
Tastes nothing like you
Your sister is nothing like you.
Nothing's like you.
©J Hayter 2011