(Him: Need some absinthe   Her: We sure do!)      I see you walkin'   you make me catch my breath   'cause you won't deal with   all the stuff that's left   A golden river, an unending stream   A sad procession burns off like steam      How's a girl gonna sing all her songs   when the world's gone wild?      This is the time, yeah   when the bees don't sting   The hay is cut,   rain falls down like string   A call from London to the Amazon   It's all a wonder you hung on so long      How's a girl gonna sing all her songs   when the world's gone wild?      I've got to know, dear   do you have happy skin?   A pale aurora, a frozen wind   It's just a matter of aimin' true   So pull your six-gun   What more can you do?      How's a girl gonna sing all her songs   when the world's gone wild?