We speak in the store   I'm a sensitive bore   You seem markedly more   And I'm oozing suprise      But it's late in the day   And you're well on your way   What was golden went gray   And I'm suddenly shy      And the gathering floozies   Afford to be choosy   And all sneezing darkly    In the dimming divide      And I have read the right book   To interpret your look   You were knocking me down   With the palm of your eye      This was unlike the story   It was written to be   I was riding its back   When it used to ride me      And we were galloping manic   To the mouth of the source   We were swallowing panic   In the face of its force      And I am blue   I am blue and unwell   Made me bolt like a horse      Now it's done   Watch it go   You've changed some   Water runs from the snow      Am I so dear   Do I run rare   You've changed some   Peach, plum, pear    Peach, plum