I know that you are watching me
your secret furtive gaze
but every time I turn around
you seem to look away
did it happen way to quick for you?
Or was it just my age?
Please tell me, was it so very wrong
the games we used to play.
You always cheer and shout my name
when I run onto the field
all those voices in the stand
but it's only yours I hear
I tackle hard, I win the ball
I beat two lads and score
to you I am the hero
to me you are much more.
You said it did'nt matter
when I came against your hand
I know I was so premature
the virgin, not the man
then you took your time with me
your breasts, your lips, your mouth
we did the stuff we should'nt do
my heart began to melt.
You taught me lots of wonderous things
that I never knew before
like where to kiss and how to touch
wet doorways to explore.
You said this had to stop now
that things just had to change
that you'd always be around for me
find someone my own age.
Next week we're away at City
I know you won't be there
they say it's a six-pointer
but it's not the game I fear
i've lost the thing I love so much
I could'nt be more sad
never to hold you close again
coz you're marrying my Dad.