Since I was a girl, I've been good at embroidery   I finished up my finishing school in Switzerland   Then I escaped to Evian, wound my car down the alps, lived only on apricots   Picked by the side of the road       In vevey I lived with two spinsters who spoke only french    But mostly bickered    They fed me strawberry wine   I sat in my room writing you lines on doilies   They all said the same thing    I wish you were here       The lights on Lake Geneva are a sight for sore eyes   They turn the water into glass   I could step on it and be in Lausanne   Then I'd be just miles from you, maybe I'd see you in line at the shooting booths   Maybe you'd buy me an ice cream cone       But if you look you'll see my initials stitched inside your left breast pocket   The one you keep your handkerchief in   The one closest to you heart       Since I was a girl I've been good at embroidery   Since I was a girl I've been good at embroidery    But no needlepoint will bring you    Across this continental divide    Across the Atlantic ocean to where I am now