Soup

She can’t believe that’s the fourth bottle he’s uncorking
He can’t believe that they’ve just wasted another hour talking
He pours more wine into her cup
And together they watch the sun come up
And then he says «I'll love you if you let me»
And she says «but baby, you’ve only just met me»
Touching, laughing, flirting, dreaming
But inside there’s a voice that’s screaming:
No soup for you! No soup for you!
No soup for you! No soup for you!
No soup for you! No soup for you!
No soup for you! No soup for you!
He says «don't wake up, but I have to be somewhere else today»
Still wearing make-up, she washes as he walks away
Now that he’s managed to enthrall her
She knows that he will never call her
No soup for you! No soup for you!
No soup for you! No soup for you!
No soup for you! No soup for you!
No soup for you! No soup for you!