Scholarship Is The Enemy Of Romance

Scholarship is the enemy of romance

Where does that leave me? alone in the rain again

What happened to the weekend I planned with you?

We didn't even get upstairs this time

I never missed that end-of-term kiss

But where did it go, miss? I don't know, miss

Take me to the fair and hold me close as we fly

Through the air

Then suddenly on Sunday, it all just melted away

And when it had gone, between patches of yellowing grass

I found a coin and lost what I was looking for

I never took the advice in that book

Oh you should look, sir, you might learn, sir,

You might learn, sir