Jenny O'Brien

Jenny O’Brien sat waiting that evening

Impatiently watching the clock

Twisting her handkerchief into a bundle

Waiting for Harry to knock

The first picture started

Still that doesn't matter

Jean said it wasn't much good

If he's drinking with Peter

I'll never forgive him

Though I suppose if I had to I would

She was waiting at home on a Saturday night

Waiting for hours

I wonder why

He doesn't call

He told me he'd be round about seven

I told him not to be late

I just can't imagine what could have happened

Here it is a quarter past eight

He's never this late

I just hope nothings happened

Maybe the cars broken down

It’s a pity he's not on the phone

Or I'd ring him

Perhaps he's been held up in Town

Wait there's a car

No it's going next door

For a minute I thought it was him

And here I am stuck in

On Saturday night

When I could have gone dancing without him

I wonder why

He doesn't call

He told me he'd be round about seven

I told him that'd be fine

I just can't imagine what could have happened

Here it is well after nine

He said he quite fancied

That girl in the office

I am sure he was having me on

I've run out of fags

So I'll go down the shop

But then he'll turn up while I'm gone

What was her name?

I think he said Ann

He said she lived out his way

If he thinks that he can go off

With somebody else

Then I'll really have some thing to say

She was waiting at home

On a Saturday night

Waiting for hours

I wonder why

He doesn't call