Washing and cleaning before you go,
Ready to go out into the snow,
Ready to go out with your friends.
Nine o’clock on a Saturday evening,
Sat at the foot of a great tree leaning,
And all is going rather well.
But then you see him.
The one with a better coat and better phone,
The one with a more favourable colour of skin,
The one she speaks to in a warmer tone,
And the one whose legs are more attractively thin.
By now you know there’s no point in staying,
And it’s better to leave the great tree leaning.
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