Oh darling Well isn't it just alarming? Our heads are hanging from the ceiling
And there is nothing left to say I'll take a picture And send it over to your sister Our heads are hanging from the ceiling And maybe she'll know what to say
Oh it's startlin' The way your head spins on a swivel Your eyes are smaller than your pupils It might be more than I can take
Well I love to Dream about my baby But the man in the room has Been sleepin' in lately
