Don't Look Back in Angora

Slip inside the eye of your needle

Don’t you know you might find

A better place to crochet?

You said that you’d never been

But all the things that you’ve knit

Slowly fade away

So we start a revolution from the pub

‘Cause you said the wine I had went to my head

Step outside, summertime’s all gone

Stand up beside the fireplace

Take that knot out of your lace

You ain’t ever gonna burn my heart out

And so, Sally can stitch

It’s never too late as we’re sippin’ our wine

Her needles slide away

But “Don’t look back in angora,” I heard you say