One Minute in '07
written by Bon Marche


Saw a girl last night, thought hey   
she looks so nice, you'd like a   
nibble or a bite and then you   
think.. what act to perform. The   
nice and quiet guy, or the   
outgoing guy who's constantly in   
form. A flimsy little smile, you   
want numbers to dial she says   
you've got yourself a rival over   
there, you move to have a chat...   
he's seen you with the girl you   
tell him boy is she a pearl,   
she'll cause a stir...
 
Now she's good to go, her style as   
sweet as sugar clever girl, but   
twice the looker you start to,   
joke and flirt around. She sends   
you into shivers and your voice it   
starts to quiver take a seat, and   
rest those tired feet. You know   
it's going well cause after every   
joke she's in a laughing spell.   
Drinks and time pass by, she   
dislikes the current band, she   
says let's go and quick as that   
she grabs your hand.
 
 
You stroll into the park, too many   
drinks for her and you're afraid   
you're just a blur and then you   
ask, been with many guys? Eyes   
wide opened turns to you, you're   
not sure if you've played the fool   
but it's too late, she looks at   
you and frowns. No distractions   
will misguide her not an F/A18 jet   
fighter or some clowns you realise   
life is short... play it clever   
don't get caught, you hope she is   
your kind've sort've girl.