[This is really rough, but I love this song, it's hard to decipher some of the meaning. Please add your suggestion, if you can]      You set yourself up again   run back to New York City sell yourself your new fame   yeah with eyes that could cut down the laws   but the camera will one day shoot you down   oh you're just a girl living inside a box   you dance the foxtrot down to the beat of your own drum         Ooohh I should have asked you to be mine   Ooohh, Yes, I think of it all the time   But it's hard, when you're picking up loose ends   Loose ends      Oh I met you when we were young   Pass by the eyes But we looked backed at the song   Tommy was a man who made the connection   I still see him when I can, he still mentions you   Ohh, the fractions of our heart, the lovers that tore us apart   and you're the one that did me the worse      Ooohh I should have asked you to be mine   Ooohh, You're still the princess of my mind   And it's hard, picking up loose ends      She was a family of eccentrics   of it was hard for her because they never ignored her   and still her father would have loved to adore her   and will do what I can to get back to her      Ooohh I should have asked her to be mine   Ooohh, Now she's the princess of our time   But it's hard, picking up loose ends