I Still Meet Him Anyway

I meet him in the park
I meet him in the dark
I meet him in the car
And in other cars

There's never much to say
There's never much to gain
But after all these years
I still meet him anyway

He calls me in the bath
And he sleeps out on the path
I wish he wasn't big
And I wish he wasn't fast

There's never much to say
There's never much to gain
But after all these years
He's still desperate to hang



Credits
Writer(s): Steve Sloane
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