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(DiffordTilbrook) He raped her with his eyes the minute she walked into the office as she stretched to hang her coat behind the door he beamed a smile so big she could have filled it with helium and flown off across the countryside he tried very hard to invite her out for lunch but like most women she could sense the underlying note of danger her instincts kept him at a safe distance and then he made her a coffee and the steam rose across her face It could be you it could be me We'll have to wait we'll have to see Its all for sale now that its time To take a short break The sensation of safety and the little boy ambition to drive around mountain roads makes a woman mad for attention she hides the car keys he turns the place upside down and then looks out the window through the french blinds to see the car off in the distance a cloud of country dust feathers the sunlight as she smiles into the windscreen what can he do but wait patiently folding a coin through his fingers It could be you it could be me We'll have to wait we'll have to see It's all for sale now that it's time To take a short break There she is again this time with a pair of jeans being pulled slowly up over the curves of her body he plays guitar in the rocking chair these are the jeans of our forefathers these are the jeans of the 21st century because this is the new world where television and eye become one as we look down the digital telescope into the future and now its time for a short break It could be you it could be me We'll have to wait we'll have to see Its all for sale now that its time Its lighter than air Whiter than white draft in a can The price is right save as you go The drive of your life its good to talk