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 picture 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 the tragic hair

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 that 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 kids 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 chest



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