You wore a dark, purple suit, with a tissue 'round your neck.
Lonely, eating tomato soup, I knew I had to check.
A broken ball of fruits, was lying by your side,
You offered me a chair, I guess just to be polite.
I guess this is my premiere lovin'.
You asked me with a voice of torn old silk.
"Do you want some berries with sugar, chocolate and milk?"
I'm here, look at me, but you just lit a cigarette;
"You're not quite what I'm looking for my little marionette"
I guess this is my premiere lovin'.
I guess this is my premiere lovin'.
Well, that's sweet, how nice.
Now what will I do?
Stand up and leave or just sit still and look at you?
Well, that's sweet, how nice.
Now what will I do?
Stand up and leave or just sit still and look at you?
Gleaming, you stood up obviously had a thrill.
I sat there alone of course I had to pay the bill.
That's just great, how nice, what a surprise!
My luck had run out, on to the beach, to the sun, resting, having fun.
I guess this is my premiere lovin'.
I guess this is my premiere lovin'.
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