A quiet loner all through school and sixth form much the same
How could she know that I exist? Why would she know my name?
I gather up my courage, planning for the worst
But when I go to speak to her someone had got there first
The Boy Who Hugged Her Touched Her Bum, she didn’t seem to mind
Because she didn’t slap away the hand on her behind
I spend my whole life looking, but when I do I find
The Boy Who Hugged Her Touched Her Bum and she didn’t seem to mind
And now I’m ten years older but nothing much has changed
I’ve got a job in IT and a sock drawer that’s arranged
The girl who works in finance has a smile that melts my heart
But when I go to talk to her it stops before it starts
The Boy Who Hugged Her Touched Her Bum, she didn’t seem to mind
Because she didn’t slap away the hand on her behind
I spend my whole life looking, but when I do I find
The Boy Who Hugged Her Touched Her Bum and she didn’t seem to mind
But leaving work on Friday night she stops me on my way
And nervously she asks if I am free on Saturday
And the girl who hugged me touched my bum and I felt overjoyed
I might be reading something more, but take that up with Freud
Cause all I know is in that squeeze my hopes and spirits buoyed
The girl who hugged me touched my bum and I felt overjoyed
Robert Wells is a dabbler and a potterer residing in South London. This started as a challenge to write a new song every month (hence the name). He is also an actor, artist, technician and librarian.