Cousins A single light burns through the night In the house across the street She still wears her wedding dress And the slippers on her feet. She hung her wedding garland In her bedroom in the dark And never thinks of anyone But the man who lit her spark. He stole her heart in Margate one summer afternoon Before he took her virtue on the hottest day in June The sand clung to their bodies like a scene from Mills and Boon. No matter what the neighbours say She bears herself with pride And sheds her tears behind her veil The broken hearted bride. She needed no a**urance Just the flicker of his smile They made plans for the wedding To do it all in style. There was never any question Of his promising career And as he lay beside her She shed a pregnant tear. No matter what the neighbours say She bears herself with pride And sheds her tears behind her veil The broken hearted bride. He said he taught mathematics At a college in Dubai Told her of the genie's lamp And a carpet that could fly. She loved his fairy stories From the land of make believe And clung to him for comfort When he said he had to leave. He caught the train that morning, it was overcast and grey He waved and blew her kisses, there was nothing left to say He pulled the cord inside his coat and blew himself away. No matter what the neighbours say She bears herself with pride And sheds her tears behind her veil The broken hearted bride. No matter what the neighbours say She bears herself with pride And sheds her tears behind her veil The broken hearted bride.