This is the story of a girl and boy who fell in love
And then love kicked them both in the groin
It all began when they were both young fresh out of high school
clutching at their hearts like a soldier does a rifle
She was on a holiday, He was on a road trip
They both arrived up North like postage
He was from a working cla** suburb of Sydney
She was from a European Family of privilege
and then they met and suddenly there's romance
They took the ride like look ma no hands
Six million human beings living on the planet
These two managed to meet and make magic
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she said she saw him for the first time outside
dancing in the rain to the rhythm of a swing band
He said his memory of meeting her was vague
he claimed that his friend introduced them on the boulevard
They had a chemistry like lightning and kite flying
They both recognised fate in the fine print
He had a quick mind and she had a sharp wit
They used to make love and both feel their heart's skip
They lived together on an island on a river
coconut diet fresh fish caught for dinner
Naked in the morning when they bathed and washed
They were happily lost like time had stopped
they were first time lovers in an endless summer
sleeping in a hammock with no need for covers
Hearts full of courage reminiscing of thunderstorms
Learnin how to love like it had never been done before
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Reminisce
It makes me sad when I think about it now how
they fought hard when they made it to the third round
mistrust crept in and they both dropped the ball
neither one read what was written there on the wall
Eventually she left and she flew back home
to start a new life in a different time zone
he got a phone call 5 years down the road
maybe they could meet, have a drink and maybe say hello
They had dinner and compared their memories
had a little cry about all their petty jealousies
he didn't blame her and she didn't blame him
first time love is such a delicate thing and still,
since then they've become good friends
they talk about their new lovers in the present tense
and as a monument to what had come and gone
They sat down together and they wrote a sweet love song
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