I'm feeling full of life again and ready for romance
I
think I'll wear my office best and give the boys a chance
So off I ride,
swinging my bag, a new man to catch
In my green woolly winter skirt and
cardigan to match
And I go “Whoa! Hey!”
And he says “No
way…”
I'm feeling almost just as good, so here I go again
Along to find a modern dance where others feel the same
So off I glide,
swinging my fan, a new man to catch
In my RolI'n'Rock raving frock and
fax-o-file to match
And I go…
It takes a lot to topple me - I've joined a climbing
club
Where scrambling boys meet rambling girl you won't find down the pub
So off I climb, swinging my pack, a new man to catch
In my pink
fluorescent thermal tent and accessories to match
And I go…
There's something fundamental here I must be doing wrong
That indoor tennis doubles night - perhaps I'll go along
So off I
stride, swinging my bat, a new man to catch
In my frilly white top, skirt
and pumps and ankle socks to match
And I go…
I'll take a walk and wave goodbye to my search for love
I haven't even stopped to find where I dropped my glove
So here I sit,
head in hand, only cold to catch
With my down-turned, unkissed lips and
heavy heart to match
Then I hear “Whoa! Hey! ... Whoa! Hey!”
So I go “ No way”
And he goes “Woah! Hey!”
So I
go “O.K!
Woah! Hey! O.K!!…”