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

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