Under her spell
WHERE CAN SHE BE
WHERE CAN SHE BE
A LOVELY DAY
TWISTS N SHOUTS
N PERFECT SKIES
I KNOW I CANT COMPLAIN NO-O
HER NOSE N HER EYES
I CAN EXPLAIN
HE HOLDS ON TO THE OLD
KODACHROME
WHERE CAN SHE BE
A LOVELY DAY
TWISTS N SHOUTS
N PERFECT SKIES
I KNOW I CANT COMPLAIN NO-O
HER NOSE N HER EYES
I CAN EXPLAIN
HE HOLDS ON TO THE OLD
KODACHROME
HE KNOWS HE’S GOIN’ DOWN
DOWN THE DRAIN
HE’S FALLEN UNDER
UNDER HER SPELL
DOWN THE DRAIN
FROM WHERE HE CAME
HE CALLS HER NAME
HE KNOWS SHE’S GROWN UP
BECAME A LADY
HE NEEDS TO HOLD ON TO IT
HE NEEDS TO GET ON WITH IT
ALL OF THESE YEARS HE BLEW IT
SMOKES LIKE A CHIMNEY, AND HE STILL
HE STILL LIVES IN DISARRAY
HE CHASTENS HER
HE TALKS TO HER, LOOKS
AT THE KODA-
CHROME, HE’S HELD ON
TO IT ALL THESE YEARS