Andrew Fisher - For My Eyes Only lyrics

A new a**ignment - on average - each week. He was unique. You could tell why He was the favourite. Warrior-strong and sound of mind. Both reason and rhyme. but my god the man was a moral brick wall. These women. He'll love them and leave them. Those men. He'd batter and cleave them. k**ing in the name of Her Majesty, the Queen. On those afternoons I'd dress in my best. Dressed to impress. Footsteps; moccasin shoes, and I'd melt inside. a door opens wide Hat stand met by flying bowler and in He comes; impeccable. Outside this room, whoever He may be He's always a gentleman to me. In those days I'd give as good as I got in those hazy hours at Vauxhall Cross. I'd be curt; he'd flirt. It was delectable. sometimes, He'd get so close that i could smell his aftershave Imperiale. But the briefest touch and occasional look was not enough. I adored Him. I'd wake in the middle of the night ablaze with a double-O But it never got any further than his hello. And that way - that way - He said my name. I learnt to endure but could never ignore His constant reminder of my single status. miss not mrs. the way the very word dismisses as if I'm not as good as those wretched girls from all over the place the u.s. of a., jamaica, hong kong from russia with love and the stars up above I wanted him. He pervaded my every thought. But He was out of reach. I could never have Him and I grew to realise that He would never have me. A woman such as I would tie him down because the man was renowned for it; the loving and leaving and battering and cleaving. So here I am, grieving for my lost unobtainable love. Waiting as usual, for the hat and the name and our sad little game. But there will be no words romanticised. Just words that are fantasised. Because I found that though my heart was fond, I realised we'd never have that Bond.