A Fortnight's Time

In a fortnight's time you will be mine
I'll bide my time
You're a paradigm of womankind
You could be mine
I disgust myself, but I've got to try
I catch your eye

Would you like to go on a date with me?
And, I know, it's old-fashioned to say so
Five times five equals twenty-five
Don't you know your times tables by now?
O-woh
Don't you know?

On the last train home, you wanna phone
Instead, you rub your eyes
The reflection's grim in the window-pane
It's the human stain
So you have a drink to erase the day
There's another way

So
Would you like to go on a date with me?
And, I know, it's old-fashioned to say so

Five times five equals twenty-five
Don't you know your times tables by now?
O-woh
Don't you know?

When it comes to girls, I'm mostly hypothetical
If I list their names, it's purely alphabetical
When it comes to girls, I'm truly theoretical
If I test their nerves, it's merely dialectical

And so
Would you like to go on a date with me?
And, I know, it's old-fashioned to say so
Five times five equals twenty-five
You should know your times tables by now?
O-woh
Don't you know?

I said, don't you know?

In a fortnight's time you will be mine
You will be mine