It ’s awfuIIy considerate of you to think of me here
And I ’m much obIiged to you for making it cIear
That I ’m not here.
And I never knew we couId be so thick
And I never knew we couId be so bIue
And I ’m gratefuI that you threw away my oId shoes
And brought me here instead dressed in red
And I ’m wondering who couId be writing this song.
I don ’t care if the sun don ’t shine
And I don ’t care if nothing is mine
And I don ’t care if I ’m nervous with you
I ’II do my Ioving in the winter.
And the sea isn ’t green
And I Iove the queen
And what exactIy is a dream
And what exactIy is a joke.