THIS LADY.

It’s Christmas evening

Taking a stroll

A wife and kid at home

It grabs at my soul.

I met this lady

Troubles fill her head

But there’s something about her

I want to take to my bed.

I’d gone down to the shop

We talked the way back

I learned so much and so quick

The pieces all stack.

I gave her my number

God I hope she’ll phone

My wife and I still separated

But talk of making one home.

All that doesn’t matter it’s all about her

I don’t hear no laughter it’s all of a war

I could start again with this lady

Oh yes with this lady.

It’s Christmas evening

Santa’s done well

She is gonna be mine

I know I can tell.