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How many times have i been around ? |
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Recycled papers paving the ground |
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Well, she lives for the written word |
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And people come second, or possibly third |
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And there is no style, but i say 'well done' |
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To the girl least likely to |
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Oh, deep in my heart, how i wish i was wrong |
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But deep in my heart, i know i am not |
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And there's enough gloom in her world, i'm certain |
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Without my contribution |
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So i sit, and i smile, and i say 'well done' |
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To the girl least likely to |
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Page after page of sniping rage |
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An english singe or an american tinge |
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'there's a publisher,' she said, '...in the new year' |
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(it's never in this year) |
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I do think this, but i can't admit it |
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To the girl least likely to |
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So one more song with no technique |
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One more song which seems all wrong ... |
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And oh, the news is bad again |
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See me as i am again |
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And the scales of justice sway one way |
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In the rooms of those least likely to |
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Oh, deep in my heart, how i want to be wrong |
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But the moods and the styles too frequently change |
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From 21 to 25, from 25 to 29 |
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And i sit, and i smile, and i say 'well done' |
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To the girl least likely to |
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Oh, one more song about the queen |
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Or standing around the shops with thieves |
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'but somebody's got to make it !' she screams |
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'so why why can't it be me ?' |
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But she would die if we heard her sing from the heart |
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Which is hurt |
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So how many times will i shed a tear ? |
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And another stage of verse to cheer |
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When you shine in the public eye, my dear |
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Please remember these nights |
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When i sit and support with a dutiful smile |
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Because there's nothing i can say |
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So chucking, churning, and turning the knife |
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On everything (except their own life) |
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And a clock somewhere strikes midnight |
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And an explanation - it drains me |
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If only there could be a way |
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There is a different mood all over the world |
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A different youth, unfamiliar views |
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And dearest, it could all be for you |
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So will you come down and i'll meet you ? |
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And with no more poems, with nothing to hear |
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Oh darling, it's all for you... |
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Darling, it's all for you ... |
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Oh darling, it's all for you ... |
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Oh darling, it's all for you ... |
