-- Thursday at half past five? --

I thought that I should never meet
The girl who makes me feel complete
But now I have, what can I do?
For the girl who makes me complete, is you

It's odd of god to leave it so late
To find for me the perfect mate
It's all so inconvenient too
Cos the girl in question, of course, is you

Long distance love's poetic fun
Darling you've got me on the run
But soon you're going to have to find
A way of sharing not just your mind

My passion spills across this page
Whilst all heaven's in a rage
I struggle, with my emotions fight
Please, please be with me tonight!

Tomorrow then? Or perhaps next week?
It's time alone with you I seek
It's love that keeps me young, alive
How about Thursday week at half past five?