A Picture Postcard - The Promise Ring

Don’t forget to kiss me if you’re really going to leave

Couldn’t you take the second bus home?

Couldn’t you just take me with you?

Couldn’t you take the second bus home?

If I put my hands to your stomach

Or put my lips to your hand

Birmingham has gone to motors, motors

Take me home, take me home, take me home

Keep your eyes on the road, on the road, on the road, on the road

And I’m convinced that you’re from Mars

And I’m convinced that you’re from Mars