The model 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 vision 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 a tragic air 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 when 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 boys 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 breasts
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