She let her hair down long and low  And fumbled through her bag to find,   The things she'd left behind because  Goldfish, never live to be that old  And swimming by you startled my old heart just like a box of jack    But don't call for tricks dear  Give me some cold cheer  And Explain to me why reality is as dirty as your knobby knees  But check to see how lovely it is    Don't take my word as what it is  To take from me and give to you is what I've always longed to do  Believe me when I say that this is true  And float right by on your little eye as simply as a butterfly    But don't call for tricks dear  Give me some cold cheer  And explain to me why reality is as dirty as your knobby knees  But check to see how lovely it is    Just Check to see how lovely it is  Just check to see how lovely it is