The first day of the rest of our life
For which with you the best summing up
Is pain, joy, love, a little strife
But love always anyway – you’re nice
I don’t need being told that twice.
Peter stands, Alison stands
This is the story of our life
They stand together holding hands...
Loveliest, nowhere looking your age
Caressingly calling me a cunt – oh, my dear
The happiest of lovers, glad I’m not queer...
