Pheasant

If only you knew what I wouldn’t do to get you alone

If only I’d given drinking a miss and toddled off home

I’m not the type to tell you it’s time

That our lives and our legs became intertwined

But you flatten me like a pheasant on a country lane

We met in a foreign hotel reception as summer returned

There in the midst of sunbathing Brits determined to burn

I made conversation, melted the ice

I quoted and quipped and I tried to be nice

Cos you flattened me like a pheasant on a country lane

Seven years down the line still I’ve not said a thing

But we’re not in the sticks and I’m not giving in

Not tonight, no, until I know one way or the other

The last time we spoke we stood and we smoked while we should’ve slept

I’d broken the silence along with the one resolution I’d kept

‘I’m already taken’ you’d said in reply

I dithered and spat an awkward goodbye

Still you flatten me like a pheasant on a country lane

You know you flatten me like a pheasant on a country lane