Giggles bouncing off the curb   Hands are held with laughter   Waiting for the light-now green   Noticed until seconds after   Youngster takes a red   And almost takes them out   They carry on-no damage done   And I'm thinking without a doubt   What a pair of lucky bastards   What a pair of lucky bastards   I dream of dreams free of worry   Where Olympic glory tastes so sweet   And everyone sings the words I've written   Yet my satisfaction's incomplete   I've got to find you one more time   I'm never letting go this time   'Cause true loves only probability   The search continues on and on   Your faults are both pro and con   Oh bring yourself to me   Agreement now is met   On choice of film to see   Second to last row-they sit   Right in front of me   Head rested on his shoulder   Sounds both of cheers and kissing   They didn't pay for tickets   And now I'm just thinking   I need to find that special someone   Oh special someone find me please   Bring the worries and the bitter sweet   Bring true happiness to me