I will confess to you   Because you made me think about the times   You turn the picture on to me and I'll turn over   The picture was a masterpiece of comic timing   But you wouldn't laugh at all   And I wonder what the boy was thinking   The picture was an old collage of something classical   The model with the tragic air   Because without a doubt he'd given up the fight   The ghost of somebody at his side      I will confess to you   Because I didn't think about the message   As I walked down the alleyway it was a Sunday   And all my friends deserted me because you painted me   As the fraud I really was   And if you think you see with just your eyes you're mad   'Cause Lisa learned a lot from putting on a blindfold   When she knew she had been bad   She met another blind kid at a fancy dress   It was the best sex she ever had      I'll send a dress to you   Because it's needing badly taken in   But I was so embarressed that I missed your party   It was me that paid for it eventually   Because you know how much I wanted   To meet your friend the star of stage and local press   The dream of all the bowlie kids that hang around here   And I'm no different from the rest   I'm not too proud to say that I'm okay with   The girl next door who's famous for showing her chest      You're not impressed by me   But it's a funny way for you to tell me   A whisper in a choir stall   The man was talking about you simultaneously   Frankly, I let my heavy eyelids flutter   Because I have been sleeping badly lately   I know you were historical from all the books I've read   But I thought you could be bluffing   And with this chance I've missed I feel remiss   It's days and months before I see you again