I was listening to this conversation

Noticing my daydream stimulated me more

I was crumbling with anticipation

You better send me home before I tumble down to the floor



You're so beautiful but oh so boring

I'm wondering what am I doing here

So beautiful but oh so boring, I'm wondering

If anyone out there really cares

About the curlers in your hair

My little golden baby, where have all your birds flown now?



Something's glistening in my imagination

Motivating something close to breaking the law

Wait a mo before you take me down to the station

I've never known a one who'd make me suicidal before



She was so beautiful but oh so boring

I'm wondering what was I doing there

So beautiful but oh so boring, I'm wondering

If anyone out there really cares

About the colour of your hair

My little golden baby, where have all your birds flown now