She's not for me
Darren haymanOf the eye of the girl
At the quiz night at the pub in Alford Row
There was a rip in the corner
Of the pocket of a parka jacket
Hanging so her bare shoulders showed
There was a tang in the vowels
Of her carefully chosen words
An accent that she didn't want to show
No, she's not for me
She's not for me
She's not for me, anyone can see
There was a wound on the leg
On the fox in the garden of her house
When we got up the next day
There was a fly that I could see
In the cup of tea she made for me
She gave me looks and
Then she went away
There was a small spot of darkness
In the side of my mind
No matter what i did it wouldn't go away
No, she's not for me
She's not for me
She's not for me, anyone can see
There was warm white wine in the glasses
On the table at the wedding
Where I saw her face again
She looked right through me
As if she didn't know me
She said that she was looking for a friend
There was a twitch in the corner
Of the eye of the girl
Anyone could see she was tense
She's not for me
She's not for me
She's not for me, anyone can see