You're My Waterloo

You'll never fumigate the demons No matter how much you smoke Just say you love me for three good reasons And I'll throw you the rope You don't need it because you are the survivor Of more than one life And you're the only lover I had Who ever slept with a knife But you're not Judy Garland Oh, just like me, you've never really had a home of your own And I'm not Tony Hancock, baby Until the dawn we'll stone the crows We'll stone the crows We'll stone the crows And you see I've brought you flowers I've brought you flowers, all collected from the Old Vic Stage And I've been sitting here for hours, baby Just chasing these words across the page You're my Waterloo I'll be your Gypsy Lane And I'm so glad we know just what to do And exactly who's to blame You're my Waterloo I'll be your Stanley Park Well, I'm so glad we know just what to do And no one's left stumbling around Tumbling around Fumbling around in the dark Always in the dark Always in the dark Always in the dark You're my Waterloo I'll be your Calvary Well, I'm so glad we know just what to do And everyone's gonna be happy 'Cause everyone's gonna be happy Everyone's gonna be happy But of course