oh, james

I'll be breakfasting alone, james
Turn off the bloody gramophone, james
Leave the curtains drawn if it's all the same
I'm lying here alone, yes I know, james

Who was that girl I brought home? Oh, james!
Only the daughter of lord whatshisname
We started out dancing, ended up kissing
Now I've woken up to find her missing

I thought I had her I don't understand
We held hands
She made plans
Somewhere deep in my heart a spark was lit
I admit it, james

She must have left while I was sleeping
Slipped out the door silently creeping
Without so much as a "thanks for the evening"
I'd've settled for a mere "I'm leaving"

I thought I had her I don't understand
We played bacchus & pan
On the divan
I thought this love could end up infinite
I admit it, james

What was she playing at? I don't like games
You know these women, james, they're all the same
Whatever it was, it was one dirty trick
Hey, what's that on your neck, james? Is it lipstick?! 

Words and music by michael johnson
© 2002 zubsongs, ltd.