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