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 owell done@
To the Girl Least Likely To
Oh deep in my heart 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 owell done@
To the Girl Least Likely To
Page after page of sniping rage
An English singe or an American tinge
oThere's a publisher,@ she said in the new year
oIt'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 owell done@
To the Girl Least Likely To
Oh one more song about The Queen
Or standing around the shops with Bees
oBut somebody's got to make it!@ she screams
oSo 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 in support with a dutiful smile
Because there's nothing I can say
So chucking and churning and turning the knife
On everything, except your 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 tune on familiar views
And Guiness that could all be for you]
So will you come down and I'll meet you
With no more poems, with nothing to hit
Oh darling, it's all for you