First Rule Of Book Club
Laz McCluskey
[verse 1]
He first saw her in the library
Their eyes met, as he picked up her book
And the back of his hand brushed against nylon
She responded with more than just a look
[Chorus]
Stories they can tell
With the tales from the book club
[verse 2]
Once a week he re-writes his Tuesday night
Mixes fiction and fact with the cheese and wine
Alone in a crowd, he’s in her sights
Fingers slowly, they run on down the spine
[Chorus]
Stories they can tell
With the tales from the book club