I’ve tried not to completely ruin the vibe.

I’ve just seen her outline
Though I’m blinded by the sun
No one else has lines like hers
She’s the only one
She’s left me holding this flamingo trying to foxtrot the flemenco
To the Queensberry Rules
While she’s standing there all summer long hair
Her eyes two drowning pools

Can’t be acting like some schoolboy
Must maintain my iron grip
I’m in a ten headed nightmare
Best cotton on and button my lip
Memories bitter as the taste of metal
Are the rabbit-hole food of lovesick fools
The fly on her blouse
Her eyes two drowning pools

Will I tear the petals off a flower
To know she loves me not?
Waited as long as I could wait for
Fever running cold and hot
I saw her weaving through the old town
All the workers downing tools
I saw her in my dream with her hair down
Her eyes two drowning pools