There was a twitch in the corner Of the eye of the girl At the quiz night at the pub in Alford Row There was a rip in the corner Of the pocket of a parka jacket Hanging so her bare shoulders showed There was a tang in the vowels Of her carefully chosen words An accent that she didn't want to show No, she's not for me She's not for me She's not for me, anyone can see There was a wound on the leg On the fox in the garden of her house When we got up the next day There was a fly that I could see In the cup of tea she made for me She gave me looks and Then she went away There was a small spot of darkness In the side of my mind No matter what i did it wouldn't go away No, she's not for me She's not for me She's not for me, anyone can see There was warm white wine in the glasses On the table at the wedding Where I saw her face again She looked right through me As if she didn't know me She said that she was looking for a friend There was a twitch in the corner Of the eye of the girl Anyone could see she was tense She's not for me She's not for me She's not for me, anyone can see