She Stoops To Conquer

Friday night, annoyed by tannoys Flat tyres and seagull cries Where brief encounters are denied Strangers on a western platform A trench coat and your tights are torn Where brief encounters are the norm You're writing my life you say Roll your eyes and then parade Brief encounters all the rage And on a wooden bench, where the birds descend She stoops to conquer, she stoops to conquer And though I see her light, I'm blind I'm writing you'e life in spades Trainers ache, your hairs unmade Where brief encounters come to aid Interviews and boots and ties A golden head with golden eyes A brief encounter, school our lives Friday night where rules abound Friday night with drunken sounds Brief encounters all around And on a wooden bench, where the birds descend She stoops to conquer, she stoops to conquer And though I see her light, I'm blind And on a wooden bench, where the birds descend She stoops to conquer, she stoops to conquer And on a wooden bench, where the birds descend She stoops to conquer, she stoops to conquer And though I see her light, I'm blind