After the Lunch
de Wendy Cope(2009)
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On Waterloo Bridge, where we said our goodbyes,
the weather conditions bring tears to my eyes.
I wipe them away with a black woolly glove
And try not to notice I\'ve fallen in love.
On Waterloo Bridge I am trying to think:
This is nothing. you\'re high on the charm and the drink.
But the juke-box inside me is playing a song
That says something different. And when was it wrong?
On Waterloo Bridge with the wind in my hair
I am tempted to skip. You\'re a fool. I don\'t care.
the head does its best but the heart is the boss-
I admit it before I am halfway across.
the weather conditions bring tears to my eyes.
I wipe them away with a black woolly glove
And try not to notice I\'ve fallen in love.
On Waterloo Bridge I am trying to think:
This is nothing. you\'re high on the charm and the drink.
But the juke-box inside me is playing a song
That says something different. And when was it wrong?
On Waterloo Bridge with the wind in my hair
I am tempted to skip. You\'re a fool. I don\'t care.
the head does its best but the heart is the boss-
I admit it before I am halfway across.