I like this bench. Yeah. It’s very Notting Hill,
isn’t it? # It’s amazing how you
can speak right to my heart… # Oh, I’ve missed you, Ronan. # You’re as tasty as crisps # Or a massive cream tart… # He means tart in a good way. # There’s no words to say # Why I need you each day # But I’ll try to explain
anyway… # Fire away, you fine Irish hunk, you. # Miranda, you know
how I find you bewitching # When you trip in the hall
or fall down in the kitchen… # Great line. # You’re silly and scruffy # I bet you
can’t help it at all… # What am I like? # But what I love most… #
Yes? # Is that you’re seven-feet tall. # Six foot one. # All day long I can hear people
talking out loud… # Oh, they never stop, do they? # Saying look at that girl # Standing out from the crowd… # That would be me. # Try as I may
I keep making mistakes… # It’s true. # Every time that
we share food on dates… # I remember well. # The smile on your face # Lets me know
that you want food… # I always do.
# There’s a glare in your eyes # Saying sharing would be rude # The stab of your fork # Says you’re claiming
the final meatball… # Such good lyrics! # You share it best… # Yes. # When you share nothing at all
Whoa-oh… # Refuse to. Tapas, meze, all stands for
not enough food. # The smile on your face
was surrounded by ketchup # There’s a smear on your chin
That said let’s go and hook up # The crook in my neck # Says to kiss you
We’ll need a footstool… # It’s true. # I look up to you # Cos you’re seven-feet tall. # APPLAUSE AND CHEERING