I'm in bed by my window listening
Milk bottles clink
The gate goes creak
The postman gives knock
The letterbox goes flop
And I'm there before the postcard
gets the chance to drop
Paris, you're in Paris
You've been in Paris for a week
You're doing the fashion tour
That ends on the 24th
You'll be in London by the 25th
I'll catch the early morning train
from Lime Street to Houston
And when we pull in Heathrow
I'll telephone the airport
So that when your plane arrives
the man will say Miss Hooper
Your friend is waiting for you
in a yellow mini Cooper
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