A Fortnight's Time

In a fortnight's time you will be mine I'll bide my time You're a paradigm of womankind You could be mine I disgust myself, but I've got to try… I catch your eye Would you like to go on a date with me? And I know it's old-fashioned to say so Five times five equals twenty five Don't you know your times tables by now? O-who Don't you know? On the last train home, you wanna phone Instead, you rub your eyes The reflection's grim in the windowpane It's the human stain So, you have a drink to erase the day… There's another way Would you like to go on a date with me? And I know it's old-fashioned to say so Five times five equals twenty five Don't you know your times tables by now? O-who Don't you know? When it comes to girls, I'm mostly hypothetical If I list their names, it's purely alphabetical When it comes to girls, I'm truly theoretical If I test their nerve, it's merely dialectical And so… Would you like to go on a date with me? And I know it's old-fashioned to say so Five times five equals twenty five Don't you know your times tables by now? O-who Don't you know? I said, don't you know? In fortnights time you will be mine You will be mine