Lights turned on in the shadows of the dark,
Numbers of animals, running from Noah’s Arc.
Softly, the southerly blows on the windowpane,
My God there’s nobody else at home!
And for that, I don’t know for whom is to blame.
As waiting, the front door opens so fast,
I seem to worry as the time passes by
To whom or to where, do I search for my lovely girl?
I can hardly do, anything at this stage.
I jump to a sound of a ringing telephone,
As I Listen to the words that tell me, “ I’m going out!”
Quietly, awaiting for the woman, that I love,
Coming home and then, nothing do I hear.
I know, she has friends atat work,
Who talk and drink with her, everyday,
As I am her number one,
Doesn't it (what she does) make me feel so swell!
A tap on the door and I assumed that it is her,
But as it turns out, it’s not her at all.
It is somebody else, trying to find out whether she is well,.
Now, I am starting to feel a little uneasy….
The cat wanders around, to see what’s anew,
Feel her I do, but she tells me more of what she needs.
The new duckling we have, is making a few quacks,
And also I am wondering, when she is coming back?
I finally receive another telephone call,
To tell me, to meet her down the local pub.
Thinking, how could I tell her?
That her mother was expecting us for dinner.
As I knew how tonight would’ve ended up,
A drinking night, for her.
But I felt our need was, for us to be at her mother’s house,
For we had not been there for a while work,
Who talk and drink with her, everyday,
As I am her number one,
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