She was once mine, that smile that shines   From the glossy magazine that stuck inside the Sunday Times   She was so sweet on Christmas Eve   With the snow set deep when we went walking through the pines      I'd just been fired and her first offer had arrived   And the new year would see her flying far away from me   Though I didn't know it at the time      With outstretched hands now she commands   A famous figure for every picture   And she stands up strong and she demands   And they deliver, yeah, she's a fixture      And it's a mixture of dumb jealousy and fear   That I might feel, should she appear   Just like it hasn't been three years   And there's a distance to her voice over the phone   And that's because she stands alone while I'm still sitting here      Girl, you see me here on another quiet night   I'd wait until another indistinguishable day arrives   I'll decide where the light's even and bright   Where my life's sweet as it's slightly, disappointedly   Just gliding softly by      You won't wait for me in some secluded stand of trees   Some Christmas Eve, some God was kind enough to set aside   Although I'd love you too, I'm proud of you   God knows I'm feeling really stupid now   Forever having said goodbye      During the fight I said, "Yeah right"   When you insisted that I'd visit, that you'd write   Now I know you're working hard   So I never hear from you and that's fine   You look the same on TV as when you were mine      I walk in from the kitchen and I finger the remote control   I watch you from the distance, you go walking through the terminal   I remember every instance when you stung me   Oh, you're so lovely, oh, you're so smart      So, go turn their heads, go knock them dead   Go break their hearts, go break their hearts   Baby, break their hearts and I know you will