I was stark... I was ravening...
I was idle in spring, and it felt good...
I was fashioned after something made of wood, that I shouldn't have done...
Some girls got guns...
And some get into running favors for the Queen,
Like deciphering what it means when the band goes -
"DooRah DooRah DooRah DooRah!"
I was 'bedsit' and reviews were rave...
I dug your poetry a grave and it felt good...
I was modeled after something made of wood, that I shouldn't have done...
Some boys build guns...
And some have built the running errands for the King
like making out the words when the band goes -
"DooRah DooRah DooRah DooRah!"
Hey there, pretty flower...
Get yourself together...
Mama's been looking for you,
But mama should know better.
I was silver... I was gold...
I watched Holly going lightly down the road...