I was seventeen

I saw you at the bus stop and I knew

That you were the one

I tried so hard to say something

Instead I just turned away

Waiting for the day

When I'd have the nerve

To speak to you

I was twenty-one

I saw you with a man across the street

Wanted to be him

To walk with you and talk to you

But no, I just turned away

Waiting for the day

When I'd have the nerve

To speak to you

I never wanted to be

Anywhere but here

I never wanted to see

Anyone but you

That was years ago

I'm sat here on the sofa in my house

And it's been so long

Since we first got together

Yes, it's true

I didn't turn away

I thought of what to say

I finally got the nerve

To speak to you

I finally got the nerve

To speak to you

Put the kettle on, love!