My girl's on the other side of the world

If I didn't know better, I'd say she were heaven sent. There's just one little problem: she's on the wrong continent.

There's nothing like nine time zones to make you feel alone, or all those lines of longitude — each one a kiss precludes.

I don't have much money; I must save to get away. To see her when I'd like to I'd need more airmiles than Tyler Brûlé.

 

My girl's on the other side of the world, So don't tell me it's small.

Last time she was over, oh did we have a ball. She left me with an evil hangover, and only this much I recall:

 

We'd twirled around like binary stars and got thrown out of various bars,
She the brightest thing the eye could see; I obfuscated like Sirius B.

As we waited for her bus the rain was frightful, I said ‘wouldn't you consider staying?’
And in that tone I find so delightful she replied, ‘Don't mumble, I can't hear a word you're saying.’