Lovely Rita meter maid nothing can come between us
When it gets dark I tow your heart away
Standing by a parking meter when I caught a glimpse of Rita
filling in a ticket in her little white book
In a cap whe looked much older, and the bag across her shoulder made her look a little like a military man
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Lovely Rita meter maid may I enquire discreetly | | | When are you free to take some tea with me? | | | | | Ah Rita
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Took her out and tried to win her, had a laugh, and over dinner told her I would really like to see her again Got the bill and Rita paid it, took her home, I nearly made it, sitting on the sofa with a sister or two
Oh, lovely Rita, meter maid, where would I be without you? Give us a wink and make me think of you