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he fiddled with the wrapper of a twix
counting the minutes until you would arrive
he might have been a bit shy
but give him time, I'm sure he'll be alright

he faffed about with his hair do
in the window of the bus stop
I wonder if you'll see what he's just seen
and resist the urge to mock his urgency

he's fixed up for you to let him down again
and he'll slope around the bend
bent double til the end

he's probably bought a shirt from next
and he'll expect you too be similarly dressed

he's flicking glances at his watch
flirting with those bad ideas you get
and tricking his mind that time is relative
and you'll be here when you're here

he's punctual only for you to never punch in
girl he might not love again

love lost under the streetlight's blaze
he might just wait there for days
he's started tinkering with his shoe lace

despair in the midnight air
whereabouts did he let it slip?
did you decide instead to leave with that...
and let him dance with the empty streets

love lost under the streetlight's blaze
he might just wait there for days