It was only one drink, an hour and nothing more
At least that was the line that persuaded me out the front door
But my gla** was half empty there was nothing I wanted to say
When I feel I'm poor company I'd just as soon be on my way
I was dead on my feet
Made some excuses to leave
But one glance your way put some other ideas up my sleeve
So I bought you a drink
And we were walking home soon
On the bridge we admired the tracks by the light of the moon
And I invited you in for a little more wine
When I realised I'd drank it you told me that milk would be fine
Offered up the spare room
Didn't want you to leave
But I guess that you thought I had other ideas up my sleeve
And you left me alone
You said that you'd call
But that's such an old line
I thought it meant nothing at all
But then what happened next
Still find it hard to believe
But I guess sometimes life has some other ideas up its sleeve