She was beautiful
I mean, seriously beautiful
And at the time I didn't realise
The attraction was mutual
It was a foul day
Chucking it down with rain
Seriously pouring
And I looked like a drowned rat
An unfashionable drowned rat
I went into the bank
Not to get out of the rain
But because I needed to go to the bank
And I was served by the most beautiful girl in the world
I left with an internal sigh
Days later I discovered a mystery
My mother told me she'd spoken to Vicky
Who works in the same bank
After I'd left Vicky had the following conversation with Miss Beautiful (Miss Beautiful kicked it off)
“He can come in here any time!”
“Who?”
“Him. The attractive one.”
“That's my next-door neighbour. He's training to be a priest.” (I wasn't)
“Just my luck!”
(I was amazed that a beautiful girl seemingly couldn't find a boyfriend and found a bedraggled wretch attractive. Mind you, they probably say the same thing twenty times a day about different men)
So, Paul, my mother said,
You can go in there anytime!
(Of course I can, it's a bank! Rolls imaginary eyes)
