Soup

She can't believe that's the fourth bottle he's uncorking He can't believe that they've just wasted another hour talking He pours more wine into her cup And together they watch the sun come up And then he says "I'll love you if you let me" And she says "but baby, you've only just met me" Touching, laughing, flirting, dreaming But inside there's a voice that's screaming: No soup for you! No soup for you! No soup for you! No soup for you! No soup for you! No soup for you! No soup for you! No soup for you! He says "don't wake up, but I have to be somewhere else today" Still wearing make-up, she washes as he walks away Now that he's managed to enthrall her She knows that he will never call her No soup for you! No soup for you! No soup for you! No soup for you! No soup for you! No soup for you! No soup for you! No soup for you!