Veronica

Is it all in that pretty little head of yours? What goes on in that place in the dark? Well, I used to know a girl and I could have sworn That her name was Veronica Well, she used to have a carefree mind of her own And a delicate look in her eye These days, I'm afraid, she's not even sure If her name is Veronica Do you suppose that waiting hands on eyes Veronica has gone to hide? And all the time she laughs at those Who shout her name and steal her clothes Veronica, Veronica Veronica (Veronica) Did her days drag by, did the favors wane? Did he roam down the town all the while? Will you wake from your dream with a wolf at the door Reaching out for Veronica? Well, it was all of 65 years ago When the world was the street where she lived And a young man sailed on a ship in the sea With a picture of Veronica On the Empress of India And as she closed her eyes upon the world And picked upon the bones of last week's news She spoke his name out loud again Do you suppose that waiting hands on eyes Veronica has gone to hide? And all the time she laughs at those Who shout her name and steal her clothes Veronica, Veronica Veronica (Veronica) Veronica sits in the favorite chair She sits very quiet and still And they call her a name that they never get right And if they don't, then nobody else will But she used to have a carefree mind of her own With devilish look in her eye Saying, "You can call me anything you like But my name is Veronica" Do you suppose that waiting hands on eyes Veronica has gone to hide? And all the time she laughs at those Who shout her name and steal her clothes Veronica, Veronica Oh (oh-oh-oh) Veronica