'What the man wants, he gets' br Your parting words that left me spellbound br And smiling. br Shrinking ever further into the crowd br I already missed you. br London walked past br You walked away. br Guinness a poor substitute. br The threatening precipitation br Dare not touch your new cut. br br Far ahead I see the sign br The sign is blonde br Advancing br With the carefree walk br That melts me. br The eyes and smiles br Connect.