Jack Hayter Jacquie I Won't Mind
Jacquie I Won't Mind
Your boyfriend's working late tonight
By now he's headed home
He's somewhere on the Northern line
Guess he could walk in any time
So if you stop short and call me Jacquie I won't mind
You know she's nothing like you
Nothing's like you
We sit up talking half the night
It's all about art and books
Or the quality of the light
You know she's nothing like you
Your sister is nothing like you
Nothing's like you
Well my wife's good
And your bloke's kind
He's a lucky, lucky, lucky find
And while we can't have what we want
I'll settle for your mind
Ah she's nothing like you
Looks nothing like you
She smells nothing like you
Tastes nothing like you
Your sister is nothing like you
Nothing's like you
©J Hayter 2011