Soup - The Wedding Present

She can’t believe that’s the fourth bottle he’s uncorking

He can’t believe that they’ve just wasted another hour talking

He pours more wine into her cup

And together they watch the sun come up

And then he says «I'll love you if you let me»

And she says «but baby, you’ve only just met me»

Touching, laughing, flirting, dreaming

But inside there’s a voice that’s screaming:

No soup for you!

No soup for you!

No soup for you!

No soup for you!

No soup for you!

No soup for you!

No soup for you!

No soup for you!

He says «don't wake up, but I have to be somewhere else today»

Still wearing make-up, she washes as he walks away

Now that he’s managed to enthrall her

She knows that he will never call her

No soup for you!

No soup for you!

No soup for you!

No soup for you!

No soup for you!

No soup for you!

No soup for you!

No soup for you!