Hi
I'm sure I could make your hand fit mine (ooh-hoo)
If I deliver these custard trays on time (ooh-hoo)
4-30 a.m, ding-dong rise (ooh-hoo)
I kiss her photo with the beam from the ash tray light (ooh-hoo)
I'm sure I could deliver better
If I pretended I'd never met her
She said she'd love me sweeter
If we made it to the pier for dinner
Seven months in a ditch while the ring kept for her to decide (ooh-hoo)
If my milk truck's gonna be her chariot ride (ooh-hoo)
4-30 a.m, ding-dong rise (ooh-hoo)
Morning sun makes my sour heart pasteurise (ooh-hoo)
I'm sure I could deliver better
If I pretended I'd never met her
She said she'd love me sweeter
If we made it to the pier for dinner
Welsh rarebit with a new dress on
If that ain't enough to make you smile
Every Kintail Road kid knows
When she's around then cheese goes dry
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