Me and Mr. Jones
We've got a thing going on
We meet every day
At the same café
6:30 I know, I know he'll be there
Holding hands
Making all kinds of plans
While the jukebox play our favourite song
Me and Mr., Mr. Jones, Mr. Jones
We've got a thing going on
We both know that it's wrong,
But it's much too strong
To let it go now
Now he'll go his way
And I'll go mine
Tomorrow we'll meet the same place, the same time
