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
the moon could be so big
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 biddings 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.