Summertime

The Sundays

do some people wind up with the one that they adore
in a heart-shaped hotel room it's what a heart is for
the bubble floats so madly will it stay sky-high?
hello partner
kiss your name bye-bye
sometimes...

romantic Piscean seeks angel in disguise
Chinese-speaking girlfriend big brown eyes
Liverpudlian lady sophisticated male
hello partner
tell me love can't fail

& it's you & me in the summertime
we'll be hand in hand down in the park
with a squeeze & a sigh & that twinkle in your eye
& all the sunshine banishes the dark

do some people wind up with the one that they abhor
in a distant hell-hole room third world war
but all I see is films where a colourless despair
meant angry young men with immaculate hair
sometimes...

get up a voice inside says there's no time for looking down
only a pound a word & you're talking to the town
but how do you coin the phrase though that will set your soul apart?
just to touch
a lonely heart

& it's you & me in the summertime
we'll be hand in hand down in the park
with a squeeze & a sigh & that twinkle in your eye
& all the sunshine banishes the dark

& it's you I need in the summertime
as I turn my white skin red
two peas from the same pod yes we are
or have I read too much fiction?
is this how it happens?