作曲：Laz McCluskey
作词：Laz McCluskey
 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
 Stories they can tell
 With the tales from the book club
 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
 Stories they can tell
 With the tales from the book club