Yes, I remember. I remember it all.

The shameful games we play

Driving home from seeing a friend of mine We’d shared some stories and we drank some wine Do you remember, he asked, those Amsterdam women? Of course I remember, was he honestly kidding?

We flew in late and we got no kip The taste of London was still on our lips We sat up all night and we drank some more Midnight women lying on the floor

Do I remember, yes I remember. I remember it well.

Three dirty women and we all made hay Yes I remember it was quite a day The burning passion kept us off our feet In bed till late then back on the streets

Summer nights we sang our songs Women on our knees wearing thongs Love came at a price and we made it last No sense in thinking about the past

Around the town and around again We laughed and drank while we sat in the rain I told her I loved her and she smiled at me Because you love me — I don’t come free

Do I remember? Yes I remember, I remember it all.

We walked in the morning side by side Then she sat on the sand and openly cried I’m not this kind of girl, she said to me But I was still drunk and I had to pee

She sat real close and lit a cigarette Perhaps she was trying to show some regret But I wasn’t looking for a pretty woman Just open legs and a lot of bosom

Do you remember, do you recall? Yes, I remember, I remember it all.

The following morning we boarded the jet We made a memory, one to forget I left her standing under an amber light Paid her extra just before my flight

I didn’t want loving or have her staying She was an escort and me the one paying Yes I remember I remember her face She wasn’t a woman but a breathing space

We’ve come so far and it didn’t last There’s nothing pretty about my past Yes I remember I remember it all Trying to survive not to recall

I said goodbye as my friend walked away We’d drank too much and too much to say Now every morning that brings the light I remember with sadness I was no white knight