Lately when I'm in my room, all by myself, in the solitary gloom, I call to myself.
Hey there, you with the stars in your eyes, love never made a fool of you, you used to be twice.
Hey there, you on that high flying cloud, though he won't throw a crumb to you, you think someday he'll come to you.
Better forget him, him with his nose in the air, he has you dancing on a string, break it and he won't care.
Won't you take this advice, I hand you like a mother.
Oh, are you not seeing things too clear? Are you too much in love to hear? Is it all going in one ear and out the other?
Hey there, you with the stars in your eyes, love never made a fool of you, you used to be twice.
Won't you take this advice, I hand you like a mother.
Oh, are you not seeing things too clear? Are you too much in love to hear? Is it all going in one ear and out the other?
Hey there, you with the stars in your eyes, love never made a fool of you, you used to be twice.