And she was there all pink and gold and glittering
I threw my arms around her legs
Came to weeping (came to weeping)
Came to weeping (came to weeping)
And you told me I should concentrate
That a ghost should be so practical
And the only solution was to stand and fight
And my body was bruised and I was set alight
But you came over me like some holy rite
And although I was burning, you're the only light
And the grass was so green against my new clothes
And I did cartwheels in your honour
My own secret ceremonials
In the graveyard doing handstands
And you told me I should concentrate
That a ghost should be so practical
And the only solution was to stand and fight
And my body was bruised and I was set alight
But you came over me like some holy rite
And although I was burning, you're the only light
Madam, my dear, my darling
Tell me what all the sighing's about
Tell me what all the sighing's about
And you told me I should concentrate
That a ghost should be so practical
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