My Pact With the Lollipop Boy
~My Pact With The Lollipop Boy
When I was nine I made a pact with a boy
If I am not married in fifteen years will you be my toy?
He answered between the lollypop licks
Of course I’ll marry you - but was he "taking the mick"?
The boy then left with his mum and dad
I went to his leaving party- it made me quite sad.
The pact I had made with a sticky lollipop boy
Now he had gone to Australia there will be no marriage joy.
I grew but never forgot the skinny sticky boy that captured my heart
I’d remember the days we said we would never part
We swapped toy racing cars and penknives so cool
We played on his climbing frame, we were nobody’s fools.
We played knock and run the neighbours we did annoy
The skinny- freckled girl, and the sticky lollipop boy.
Ten years passed then I heard through the grape vine
My lollipop boy had returned from Oz- but for good this time.
We met, he was tall and he remembered so well
Our pact we had made as young kids, it was swell
We dated and courted and fell in love
Our pact came true and we fit like a hand in a glove.
The only thing wrong with our fifteen year pact
Was it happened in twelve years and that is a fact.
"Taking the mick" means joking or foooling about for those that do not understand
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