Oh the cold wet wind blew over the heather
You wrote Charlie and Mary for forever
On the back of a rock
That you picked up on the way
And in that perfect moment
I nearly ruined it
By saying I love you
And nearly meaning it
But you know I would never waste those words
Oh when I last saw Mary
She lied and said it was her birthday
I said
Please don't lie
Oh it makes me cry in bed
I said
Please don't lie
Oh it makes me cry in bed
And she said
Shut your mouth
You don't know what you're talking about
I love the way that your hair is always neat
And your skirts fall below your knees
And your love is so pure and so sweet
Oh, it comforts me (x4)
I love the way that you're always surprised
Oh, to find truth in all my lies
'Cos you trust me and ignore my disguise
