Jun Lover

You finish your part time job
At exactly 8
And at 8:02 or 8:03
You call me

You have work
From Monday to Saturday
We meet up every day
After you finish

We’re meeting
Ah, meeting near my house
It’s what we always do, but my heart is pounding
I won’t show it in my face

In the car, we play MDs or something
And talk
Until our curfew

The windows of the car are steamed up
We’re sitting holding hands
With the engine idling

Pure lover

You’re supposed to finish work
At exactly 8
So how come
You haven’t called?

It’s getting late
And you still haven’t called
And when I try to call you
It goes straight to your answerphone

I go to our usual meeting place
Ah, just in case
Just as I get there
You arrive too

You show up smiling
Without realising how worried I am
And wave from inside the car

It’s pretty cold outside the car
You get out
And hold me tight

Pure lover

Pure lover

In the car, we play MDs or something
And talk
Until our curfew

The windows of the car are steamed up
We’re sitting holding hands
With the engine idling

Pure lover