| Lovely Rita |
| | ( J. Lennon, P. McCartney )
Lovely Rita, Meter Maid,
Lovely Rita, Meter Maid,
Lovely Rita, Meter Maid,
Nothing can come between us
When it gets dark I tow your heart away.
Standing by a parkiŠ meter,
When I caught a glimpse of Rita,
Filling in a ticked in her little white book,
In a car she looked much older,
And the bag across her shoulder,
Made her look a little like a milit'ry man.
Lovely Rita, Meter Maid,
May I enquire discreetly
When are you free to take some tea with me?
Lovely Rita, Meter Maid,
Lovely Rita, Meter Maid.
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