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