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 use 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 the 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 sixty-five years ago

When the world was the street where she lived

And a young man sailed on a ship on 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 her 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 use to have a carefree mind of her own

With a 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 Veronica