The Weather

It must be the weather, that makes me feel so blue
I couldn’t find a better thing to talk about with you
We’re thrown together, so I brought it up
But I’m wondering whether I’d better not shut up oh oh
But I like you so, and I think you know
And all my friends said, Come on girl, and go!
Must be the weather, clouding up my head
There’s a hundred better things to talk about instead
I’m wondering whether my face has gone all red
Wishing we weren’t at this party now we met
Where’s the clever conversation
I dreamed I’d have with you today
I’d have made a really good impression
But all I really wanted to say, is
'Darling! Oh, oh darling!'
Where’s the clever conversation
All the words have faded away
I’m wondering if the sun’d begin to shine
Lady Fortune would turn on me and be kind
But it just keeps on raining, and I just keep complaining
And I really wouldn’t blame you
If you didn’t want me for your friend
My talking must be boring you no end
And I say
It’s the weather, that makes me feel so blue
I couldn’t find a better thing to talk about with you
I’m wondering whether my face has gone all red
Wishing we weren’t at this party now we met