1There she was, so demure and sweet
I felt my heart fall at her feet,
As she sat there all alone,
And then she used her mobile phone.
Oh good lord if I'd had the choice,
I wished I'd never heard that voice;
A strident tone reverbing round,
Such a high, penetrating sound,
A laugh to shatter even broken glass
As I felt my desire very quickly pass.
I know I've lost any wish to meet
She who looks so demure and sweet.