This monument to the matron   Quick change of mood when you came in   A nervous introduction   Then we can for invincible alliance      Your growing fond of deception   All the things that you forget to mention   And every indiscretion pushes me further away      Desperate, do you ever grow tired of begging?   I know, I know, I'd rather live with nothing   Negative maybe but I've been working on it   Progress just moves so slowly      We are growing more and more distant   We are growing more and more distant      Miss Model Mess hits the pavement   Young debutante formed a habit   Measures that may seem drastic   Whatever makes you feel accepted      But I'm going south for the season   With nothing but a paper back companion   And mine is the only opinion   With which I'll have to agree      Desperate, do you ever grow tired of begging?   I know, I know, I'd rather live with nothing   Negative, maybe but I've been working on it   Progress just moves so slowly      [Incomprehensible]      Each and every under pass that bears the declaration   Of a dated love affair and the number of Satan   I was educated there by the commuter station   The burdens you're bearing with threaten to break   The back of the widow that weeps when she wakes      We are growing more and more distant   We are growing more      Desperate, do you ever grow tired of begging?   I know, I know, I'd rather live with nothing   Negative, maybe but I've been working on it   Progress just moves so slowly