We speak in the store I'm a sensitive bore You seem markedly more And I'm oozing surprise But it's late in the day And you're well on your way What was golden went gray And I'm suddenly shy And the gathering floozies Afford to be choosy And all sneezing darkly In the dimming divide And I have read the right book To interpret your look You were knocking me down With the palm of your eye Na-na-na-na-na-na-na-na-na-na- na-na-na-na This is unlike the story It was written to be I was riding its back When it used to ride me And we were galloping manic To the mouth of the source We were swallowing panic In the face of its force And I am blue I am blue and unwell Made me bolt like a horse Na-na-na-na-na-na-na-na-na-na- na-na-na-na Now it's done Watch it go You've changed so Water runs from the snow Am I so dear Do I run rare You've changed so Peach, plum, pear Peach, plum