Flip Flops - David Myles

I’ve got time in my pockets

I’ve got fate in my shoes

I’ve got the wind at my back

I’ve got nothing to lose

So I’m going out tonight

I’m going to catch your eye

I might not stand a chance

But I’m willing to try

Maureen, Maureen

Won’t you tell me when you love me

I’ve seen your pretty face

For the last three weeks

But my tongue gets tied

Every time I try to speak

So I’ll wait in line in the pouring rain

If it means that I might get to tell you my name

Maureen, Maureen

Won’t you tell me when you love me

Maureen, Maureen

Won’t you tell me when you love me

I’m not a gambling man

But I’m willing to bet

That you’ll feel the same way

Once we have met

Maybe I’m crazy, maybe I’m losing my mind

But here’s for hoping and here’s for trying

What would you do if I ask you to dance

Would you come with me

If I you spare me some time, I swear that you’ll see

Take my hand

What would you do if I ask you to dance

Would you come with me

If I you spare me some time, I swear that you’ll see