If only you knew what I wouldn’t do to get you alone If only I’d given drinking a miss and toddled off home I’m not the type to tell you it’s time That our lives and our legs became intertwined But you flatten me like a pheasant on a country lane We met in a foreign hotel reception as summer returned There in the midst of sunbathing Brits determined to burn I made conversation, melted the ice I quoted and quipped and I tried to be nice Cos you flattened me like a pheasant on a country lane Seven years down the line still I’ve not said a thing But we’re not in the sticks and I’m not giving in Not tonight, no, until I know one way or the other The last time we spoke we stood and we smoked while we should’ve slept I’d broken the silence along with the one resolution I’d kept ‘I’m already taken’ you’d said in reply I dithered and spat an awkward goodbye Still you flatten me like a pheasant on a country lane You know you flatten me like a pheasant on a country lane
