I'll meet you in the park, yes the usual place
no don't be silly clear skies there's not a trace
oh hold on I see it one ******* cloud
on this day of all days, for crying out loud
ok you bring a brolley and I'll grab one too
I'm not letting the weather keep me from you
what? What about the picnic and the radio
well put it in some Tupperware and.. oh I know
we can improvise the music from the busy street
as we slow dance together to the car horn beat
so no high heels just wellies and a big rain mac
to replace that little number you bought in black
you don't have to worry you'll still look sweet
as we enjoy our us time on that old park seat
so I'll see you there in twenty. Of course I do
I can't say it, no as I'm standing in a queue
ok I'll whisper but I'm not so sure you'll hear
because of my heart beating knowing you're near
Now hurry as I miss you and your sweet embrace
just you and I together in our secret place.