Oh, every time I pass you I'm   Inclined to look away   I don't know why, but some day   I will turn my head and say   Excuse me miss, but this glove is    it the one that you've just dropped   And you'll reply by saying 搊f course?br> or in as many words 揼et lost?p> I've never been successful    I mean with girls of my own age   They like the food and the wines I choose   But after that I'm afraid   That in the art of making love   I'm really so naive it's not true   I usually pretend I'm too tired   And then fall asleep as proof      And by the sound of things   it looks as though I'm doomed   To spend the rest of my life living in one room   Dreaming of how one cold and windy night quite cooly   Sophia Loren seduced me      My name is John, I抦 twenty one   I drive a Ford Cortina estate   If you'd care to join me in my room   I'll show you my license plate