Behold.. My Mr Willoughby

All these midnight meetings,
Have built you up to be
The man who tells me what I want to hear
But never will proceed.
Behold.. my Mr. Willoughby.

Now I remember the time
When I first met you in the warehouse.
In my mind we were dancing until daylight
And singing in the streets,
Arm in arm and cheek to cheek.

But now it's been a while since we first met,
And every time we meet,
You always promise me promises you dont keep.

Like your promise of a bike ride,
Or that vegetarian food.
You said you would be with me by late July,
You just had to get your hands untied..
But it's Autumn now and the leaves are brown
And you, and you still keep letting me down.

Now I remember the time
When we were standing by the water,
You pushed me up against the wall
And kissed me in a way
No man has ever kissed a woman before.

You can't do these things to me,
You can't make me feel like I'm in a film
When there's another that you bluff,
And your promises are dust,
But will I ever get enough of Willoughby?

For now there is a man pursuing me..
And he is open, he is honest, he is probably what I need
But still I cling to your shackles, I don't wanna be freed.
Because I'm a secret optimist -
It's probably the most annoying thing I could be.

..But where's my bloody bike ride?
Where's my vegetarian food?
You said you would be with me by late July
You just had to get your hands untied
But its Autumn now and the leaves are brown
And you, and you still keep letting me down.

And why are you so like my father?
I should've noticed from the start
That youre a Scorpio man.
And Scorpio men,
They only ever meddle with my heart.