I Believe In You .... ( and Britney Spears )

On some blossom-strewn boulevard ,
Where love and romance still lingers ,
Amongst the innocent and the die-hards ,
Fall's last petals slip gently through our fingers.

We walked in Ardency Village hand-in-hand ,
Twinned with towns as yet unplanned ,
Our early dreams defenestrated ,
Cool like residents of Prague might understand.

Our last kiss was just as sweet ,
As the first on an Oxford Street ,
And those lips concertina'd time ,
Now our time it is complete.

I may well walk in Limerance ,
A place between Limerick and Perchance ,
You will always bring beautiful memories ,
Like some poppied fields in France.

Maybe one day I will find my rightful home ,
With this head that's never seen a comb ,
Between The Vatican and a whorehouse ,
Somewhere, somehow, sometime, in Rome.