Me For You
Lyric by Clive James, music by Pete Atkin
Me for you, and who's to know?
For any time that you can spare.
A fleeting glance, a glancing blow
And you can do it, if I dare.
An enterprise so hit and miss —
I think no good can come of this.
Me for you but never you
For me when things say otherwise.
I keep it light, and gay, and true.
I keep it dark, I tell the lies.
An enterprise so hit and miss —
I think no good can come of this.
Me for you and what a game!
The world is fooled out of its mind.
Or so you say, but all the same
I think perhaps our love is blind.
An enterprise so hit and miss —
The sad taste of a stolen kiss.
I think no good can come of this.
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