I'm sure I could make your hand fit mine
If I deliver these custard trays on time
Four-thirty A.M. ding-dong rise
I kiss her photo with the beam from the ash tray light
I'm sure I could deliver better
If I pretended I'd never met her
She said she'd love me sweeter
If we made it to the pier for dinner
Seven months in a ditch for the ring kept for her to decide
If my milk truck's going to be her chariot ride
Four-thirty A.M. ding-dong rise
Morning sun makes my sour heart pasteurise
I'm sure I could deliver better
If I pretended I'd never met her
She said she'd love me sweeter
If we made it to the pier for dinner
Welsh rarebit with a new dress on
If that ain't enough to make you smile
Every Kintail Road kid knows
When she's around then cheese goes dry
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