Lyrics The Proclaimers

The Proclaimers

Not Ever

Pretty girl, don't you waste a word

For I can't love you, Not ever

Take this afternoon, recall our sexual mood

But, I'm not loving you, not ever

Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh

See that southern sky, drifting past the lights

It won't touch you or I, not ever

Ooh, yeah, ooh, ooh