I swear I wasn't cat-napping  To edge into your life  I didn't notice no sad thing  (It's a sundance)  To the strange strains that you entice  Now you may walk into an ocean view  (Exciting)  It's like you have understood  And I was just talking at you  Talking at you  For the good inside, the good inside of us    Do you send me?  No, you're a kind of dream  But somewhere in the scheme of things  We'll find who's Thursday's Child    We don't have to undo you  Or entertain your kind  Only reason I talk to you  Is 'cos I think you maybe, a heart attack is blind    And checking out your resume  And making out your plans  The kisses are not something we can talk about  They happened - and you laughed about it  Laugh out loud    Do you send me?  No, you're a kind of dream  But somewhere in the scheme of things  We'll find who's Thursday's Child    Once,  Is our boast  Do you?  Would you?  Only excite me    To join us is a talking clock  He tells us everything - we want him to stop  But somewhere in the corner  He's a-laughin', he's a-crying out loud  For some kind of attention which isn't shrouded by  Nicety is something which hangs around this stage  Believe me when I tell you - you can act around it  Mewl and puke about it  I don't want to hurt you  I just want to join in  This is a kindly creamer  A kindly crematorium    Do you send me?  No, you're a kind of dream  But somewhere in the scheme of things  We'll find who's Thursday's Child