It was only one drink, an hour and nothing more At least that was the line that persuaded me out the front door But my gla** was half empty there was nothing I wanted to say When I feel I'm poor company I'd just as soon be on my way I was dead on my feet Made some excuses to leave But one glance your way put some other ideas up my sleeve So I bought you a drink And we were walking home soon On the bridge we admired the tracks by the light of the moon And I invited you in for a little more wine When I realised I'd drank it you told me that milk would be fine Offered up the spare room Didn't want you to leave But I guess that you thought I had other ideas up my sleeve And you left me alone You said that you'd call But that's such an old line I thought it meant nothing at all But then what happened next Still find it hard to believe But I guess sometimes life has some other ideas up its sleeve