I will confess to you 
Because you made me think about the times 
You turn the picture on to me and I'll turn over 
The vision was a masterpiece of comic timing 
But you wouldn't laugh at all 
And I wonder what the boy was thinking 
The picture was an old collage of something classical 
The model with a tragic air 
Because without a doubt he'd given up the fight 
The ghost of somebody at his side 

I will confess to you 
Because I didn't think about the message 
As I walked down the alleyway it was a Sunday 
And all my friends deserted me because you painted me 
As the fraud I really was 
And if you think you see with just your eyes you're mad 
'Cause Lisa learned a lot from putting on a blindfold 
When she knew she had been bad 
She met another blind kid at a fancy dress 
It was the best sex she ever had 

I'll send a dress to you 
Because it's needing badly taken in 
But I was so embarressed when I missed your party 
It was me that paid for it eventually 
Because you know how much I wanted 
To meet your friend the star of stage and local press 
The dream of all the bowlie boys that hang around here 
And I'm no different from the rest 
I'm not too proud to say that I'm okay with 
The girl next door who's famous for showing her breasts 

You're not impressed by me 
But it's a funny way for you to tell me 
A whisper in a choir stall 
The man was talking about you simultaneously 
Frankly, I let my heavy eyelids flutter 
Because I have been sleeping badly lately 
I know you were historical from all the books I've read 
But I thought you could be bluffing 
And with this chance I've missed I feel remiss 
It's days and months before I see you again