Your Picture Welshly Arms

I lit your cigarette
You smoked half of it
We left the park after dark and I, I walked you to your car
You know the rest of it

I shoulda told you
I'd be thinking of you

I took your number down
'Cause you were leaving town
I called you up on the phone, I thought you'd be alone
But you were not around

I woulda told you
I was thinking of you

And I put your picture on my wall
So I could see it when you called me
I could feel you around me
At last, love had found me
I put your picture on the wall

Now word's been gettin' 'round
You let your hair down
You thought you'd run around, leave this town
And no one'd miss the love they found
That's not true