Blind Date
I am running late
I don,t know if he will wait
Do I really care if he goes?
Its a blind date after all you know
Why do I always allow my friends?
To talk me into doing these things when
I am quite happy plodding along on my own
I don,t care if I am home alone
We are meeting by the big old clock
I wonder if he will like my frock
He said he will be wearing a red rose
I hope he,s not the sort of chap who likes to pose
Oh shall I just turn back and go home
But he will probably just keep ring my phone
Come on pull yourself together now dear
Its only dinner and drinks you made that clear
I know but what if we don,t like each other
We will have to be polite make small talk oh brother
I think I will just turn back
I think I will just hit the sack
I think I will just say I forgot
After all us girls do that a lot
No i can,t I am nearly there
Stay tuned I will let you know how i fare
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