toy dolls
home from her holidays smitten and in a daze
she says it's just a phase
you'll see
i've only a guitar
he owns a tapas bar
now she's forever starved
hungry
she's with that
ohhh
spanish prat
always
on the costa blanca sands
paella
new fella
his chorizo in her hands
with senor benidorm
i bought her tortilla
she's fraught and angrier
slurping a sangria
nightmare
it can't be over yet
she says i am sorry pet
and nicked off on easyjet back there
now i was outta luck
i've no recipe book and she knows
i cannot cook pinchos
off to his spanish pad
i knew that i'd been had
it's over now
it's adios