Quickly she came dressed up for fame
Riding her perfume downstairs
Make up like glue she danced round the room
To the sound of her corduroy flares
Lets go to town taxis all round
We could stop for a couple of beers
He looks at it all stifles a yawn
She tries not to look like she cares

What do I do now are we going under
What did I do wrong I though we had it sorted
Out the other day maybe Im just stupid
Cant we try again
No one told me it was raining

Cant face a club they walk to a nearby pub
Watch a couple of bands
Draining the glass they walk home at last
Reaching for each others hands

Nothing is said he goes to bed
Dreaming of her on his own
She stays up all week watching him sleep
Scared that shell wake up alone

Oh Ill miss you every day of your life
Oh youll feel it too youre not that strong
You know Im on to you

Oh Ill miss you every day of your life
And maybe when youre dead
Ill get some rest from holding onto you

What do I do now then are we going under
What did I do wrong I thought we had it sorted
Is there someone else or am I too familiar
Was it when I said I wanted to have children
Tore up all your photos didnt feel too clever
Spent the whole of sunday sticking you together
Now Id like to call you but I feel too awkward
Some things need explaining
No one told me it was raining

Thanks for posting that: it was a start to a whole phase of my life, because that's the movie that made me start swing dancing.

Man, in real life, heather graham's character would have stuck to him like glue. A new competent lead is worth hording.