"Hello" he said "I must confess, my heart is bleeding"
And she said less melodramatically
There's something 'bout a summer evening
And the wind went through the city like a flame
And the almost empty river sent a whisper through the cobbled lanes
And the back porch seemed to tremble in the breeze
And the north wind kissed their lips
As it stirred beneath the mango trees
Oh, please, please let me make out with Josephine tonight
Oh tonight, oh tonight, oh tonight
And let the cigarette dance on the breeze
They walked around the back, past the roses to the sea
And although the sky was overcast and pale
The waves were filled with little
Lights, those phosphorous and fairy trails
And he accidentally touched her cotton sleeve
Then he looked up to the moon,
Held his breath and left his fingers there
Oh, please, please let me make out with Josephine tonight
Oh tonight, oh tonight, oh tonight
And the waves rolled past their hips like silver cream
He flapped around the water, tried to follow in her stream
And she said "Steven, you're not like other boys"
And awkwardly he held her, tried to hold onto the moment
Then he said "My name's not Steven, it's Simon"
But she had dived beneath the water, and he heard the water answer
You have always been a fool and I, a dancer
And the north wind kissed his lips,
And he wondered if he'd missed his chance
Oh, please, please let me make out with Josephine tonight
Oh tonight, oh tonight, oh tonight