MY TROPHY

Yesterday you replaced my old socket Brought me duty-free scent — what a treat This is no third degree. Just a docket Should I kiss you or beat you, my sweet I burned neither the s nor dinner But you gave it away on your own Didn't ask where you'd been, you old sinner I just let myself in — to your phone I will win back whatever I'm able Win you back from the broads, every one Win you back, warm you up, keep you stable You're no toy. You're the trophy I've won In your phone — here's a heap of your treasures Here's the shed with its boards out of line Here's our son — in the mud, simple pleasures Not a trace. Not a hint. Not a sign She's the other one. Younger and glowing Never mind. She is young. She can wait Round her, seems like your boyhood is showing What we've got's not romance. Books kept straight I will win back whatever I'm able Win you back from the broads, every one Win you back, warm you up, keep you stable You're no toy. You're the trophy I've won Phone's in place, like it lay. Audit's over I lie down. I press close. A caress You're asleep, and you're pulling me closer All adds up. All in order. It's — yes I will win back whatever I'm able Win you back from the broads, every one Win you back, warm you up, keep you stable You're no toy. You're the trophy I've won I will win back whatever I'm able Win you back from the broads, every one Win you back, warm you up, keep you stable You're no toy. You're the trophy I've won I will win back whatever I'm able Win you back from the broads, every one Win you back, warm you up, keep you stable You're no toy. You're the trophy I've won