After Lennon and McCartney’s
song Lovely Rita (Meter Maid)
It’s true that he and I really connected,
but even back then I knew bloody well
I’d be one of those stories he collected,
then tweaked into three minutes he could sell.
He was a nice sort, though: he didn’t shout
or badger me to rip up his citation,
and I was chuffed that he would ask me out –
we shared some fish and chips with our flirtation.
Since he’s too posh to carry cash, I paid,
but I’m a modern girl so that was fine.
He thought, I’m sure, that he’d be getting laid;
my sisters wanted to be next in line.
But back then I was very hard to please –
and I’m still waiting for my royalties.