Don't you forget that torrential day in July
You walked into the room looking so fine
The tears of heaven leaking from the sky
Wearing my pretty white shoes I asked, 'Is your hotel nearby? '
'Claridge's, that is, come and see me during the weekend -
With pure intentions; wouldn't want hurt someone so divine'
Still remember how you promised to always be mine
But our first kiss was our last goodbye
The world spanned at one glance as you shined