I found your brooch the one you
had lost last week
It was underneath the passenger seat
Sitting beside a five cent piece.
And you had that look in your eyes
One I hesitate to describe
'Cos it's only meant for me
It tells me that I'm your baby
The back seats were occupied
The doors were locked
And soon enough the street lamps and moonlight
Turn inseparable in the fog
The windscreen had captured the mist
That grew more everytime we kissed
As we took turns to ignore our phones
It didn't matter what time I got you home.
I found your brooch the one you
had lost last week
It was underneath the passenger seat
Sitting beside a five cent piece.
And you had that look in your eyes
One I hesitate to describe
'Cos it's only meant for me
It tells me that I'm your baby
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