It's
awfully considerate of you to think
of me here
And I'm much obliged to you for
making it clear
That I'm not here.
And I never knew we could be so
thick
And I never knew the moon could
be so blue
And I'm grateful that you threw
away my old shoes
And brought me here instead dressed
in red
And I'm wondering who could 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'll do my loving in the winter.
And the sea isn't green
And I love the queen
And what exactly is a dream
And what exactly is a joke.
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