A Fortnight's Time

In a fortnight’s time
You will be mine
I’ll bide my time
Your a paradime
Of woman kind
You could be mine
I distrust myself
But I’ve got to try
I catch your eye
Would you like to go on a date with me?
And I know, it’s old fashioned to say so Five times five equals twenty five
Don’t you know your times tables by now?
Don’t you know?
On the last train home
You want a phone
Instead you rub your eyes
The reflection is grim
In the windowpane
It’s the human stain
Do you have a drink
To erase the day
There’s another way
So Would you like to go on a date with me?
And I know, it’s old fashioned to say so Five times five equals twenty five
Don’t you know your times tables by now?
Don’t you know?
When it comes to girls I’m mostly hypothetical
If I list their names it’s purely alphabetical
When it comes to girls I’m truely theoretical
If I test a nerve it’s merely dialetical
And so Would you like to go on a date with me?
And I know, it’s old fashioned to say so Five times five equals twenty five
You should know your times tables by now
Don’t you know?
I said don’t you know?
In a fortnight’s time
You will be mine
You will be mine