"Lovely Rita", by The Beatles

Mi amor por los Beatles comenzó así. Mi hermano Sago había vuelto a conectar el tocadiscos y los LPs estaban allí. Pregunté cómo se prendía y de ahí en adelante me tiraba en un sillón a escuchar Sgt. Pepper ad infinitum y leer las letras en la parte de atrás del estuche. Siempre me gustaron los estuches de los discos, y los discos de esa época (mi infancia, no la de la salida de los discos en sí) tenían un arte increíble. Era 1987, yo tenía 11 años y mi favorita era esta:



Lovely Rita meter maid
Lovely Rita meter maid

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 she looked much older,
And the bag across her shoulder
Made her look a little like a military man.

Lovely Rita meter maid,
May I inquire discreetly,
When are you free to take some tea with me?
(Rita!)

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.