Cherished in my dreams, you've remembered me,
relishing those few brief moments we shared
just as i've held you in my thoughts, and wished
i'd had the bravery to say something
more - perhaps my number, hinting to ring
as soon as you got home - but i finished
off leaving you convinced i hadn't cared
enough, as i recall, to want to see

you again. Well, Donna, that's just not true!
I've kicked myself so hard, i'm black and blue.
There's not a day gone by without regret,
in the shame-faced hope that we'll meet up yet,
that you'd forgive me for my mistake.
Luck, give me one more chance, for pity's sake!