It was a warm afternoon
The last day in June
And the sun was a demon
One ten in the shade
As we drank lemonade
And the pavement was steaming.
I told Billy Ray
In his red Chevrolet
I needed time for some thinking
I was just walking by
When I looked in her eye
And I swore it was winking...
She was thirty one
I was seventeen
I knew nothing about love
She knew everything
So I sat down beside her
On a front porch swing
And wondered what the coming night would bring...
MI5 warns of right wing opinion shifting from anti-migrant opinion to terrorism
