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-who

Don't you know?

On the last train home, you wanna phone

Instead, you rub your eyes

The reflection's grim in the windowpane

It's the human stain.

So, you have a drink to erase the day...

There's another way

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-who

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 nerve, 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

Don't you know your times tables by now?

O-who

Don't you know?

I said, don't you know?

In fortnight's time you will be mine

You will be mine.