You were twenty
You were so pretty
I think I was thirty five
Minutes late

You were so angry
You still looked so pretty
I said sorry
I'd made you wait

All that night we made love
Making love was enough
In those days

There was a taxi
Somewhere in Picadilly
Things kinda got silly
Driver kicked us out

We didn't get angry
Thought we were in a movie
Something French maybe
Letting it all hang out

Never ever knew your name
Never seemed to mind the rain
In those days

Now I'm a little older
A little bit colder
Digging through a folder
Of my memories

I found a number
Thought I'd lost forever
Thought maybe I'd try it
I just had to see

At the end of the line was a man
I couldn't make him understand
About those days

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