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