Is it all in that pretty little head
of yours
What goes on in that place in the dark?
Well, I used to know a girl,
and I would have sworn
That her name was VERONICA

Well, she used to have a carefree mind of her own
and a delicate look in her eye
These days I'm afraid
She's not even sure
If her name is Veronica

Do you suppose that waiting
Hands on eyes
Veronica has gone to hide
All the times she laughs at those
Who shout her name
And steal her clothes?

Did the days drag by?
Did her favours wane?
Did he roam down the town all while?
Will you wake from your dream
With a wolf at the door
Reaching out for Veronica?

Well, it was all sixty-five years ago
When the world was the street where
she lived
And a young man sailed on a ship in the sea
With a picture of Veronica

On the "Empress of India"......
And as she closed her eyes upon the World
She picked apart the bones of last week's news
She spoke his name out loud again

Do you suppose that waiting hands on eyes
Veronica has gone to hide
All the time she laughs at those
that shout her name and steal her clothes

Veronica sits in her favorite chair
and she sits very quiet and still
And they call her a name that they never get right
And if they don't, then nobody else will
But she used to have a carefree mind of her own
and a devilish look in her eye
Saying "You can call me anything you like,
But my name is VERONICA...."

Elvis Costello/Paul McCartney

Robert Lewis Reid painted the picture...

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