| It s awfully considerate of you to think of me here And I m most obliged to you for making it clear That I m not here And I never knew the room could be so big And I never knew the room 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 wandering who could be writing this song I don t care if the sun don t shine I don t care if nothing is mine And I don t care I m nervous with you I ll do my loving 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 |
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