I met with at hers
She sang needles and pins
And I was one in a row
Of succeeding kings
She told me to sit
But there wasn't a chair
And I briefly spotted a smell
Of John Lennon there
So I sat on the floor
For a year or a while
Then she returned with some tea
Or a glass of wine
Lalala it's a game she plays
And I'm a Bambiboy with rubbersoul in my head
She painted my heart
In Bavarian Blue
She said boy for final and last
Always me and you
But when I woke up early in the morning light
Her face was like a Dorian Gray you'd dread to write
With a sadness deep in her eyes
With a sadness deep in her heart
Some sort of sadness that won't go away
It just won't go away
She stood by the bed
Alka Seltzer in hand
She said thank-you-bye-and-solong
Then her face went blank
She'd need a revolution in her kooky head
But she'll stay inside that house and curl up in her bed
With a sadness deep in her eyes
With a sadness deep in her heart
Some sort of sadness that won't go away
It just won't go away.