We’ve been out
All day long
In the sorring
About to write a new song
A new song
For us to sing

The library girls were all wearing new skirts
And the sun was shining above
I told you all about my new flirts
And the vanity of love

I had to choose between girls
At that party I dreamed of
I saw your hair turning curls
And knew you’d fallen in love

It’s not enough, you’re not happy
With the sun above
Next week you’re flying to NYC
To meet the one you love
To meet your brand new love,
light and candles
For the night