He sighs, he thinks about her for hours
He tried, by sending her cards and flowers
She laughs, says her only passions
are her clothes and the food she eats
and German airmen, she always had a thing about them
She said, "I could tell you stories
Of all my former glories
All my secrets in the world
Confessions of an English girl"
He told her of his love
She said "You're not tall or blonde enough"
Now all his dreams are shattered
All that ever mattered
She just laughs as he quietly slips awa
He wants her but she wants fun and danger
He wants love but she wants a handsome stranger
She's hurt once too often
Pushed him over the edge
This won't be forgotten
Points the gun at his head
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