Whatever Became Of Her
There they areSmiling so wideLike there's nothing to loseAnd nothing to hideThey look forward with innocenceShe is his brideThe future's a radiant blurSo I wonder whatever became of himWhatever became of her?
A little boutiqueOn the Upper East SidePicture a couple so dignifiedTwo hat boxes fallAnd feathers collideDarling tell meWhich one do you prefer?Well I wonder whatever became of himWhatever became of her?
Everything breaksExcept the broken platesEverything gets stolenExcept the thingsYou don't want anywayThe things you don't want anyway
She played the pianoAnd he used to smokeShe used to slap her own thighWhen he made a jokeHe started her heartWhenever he spokeHis own turning cold, like a birdWell I wonder whatever became of himWhatever became of her?
I want to say,"No, go back, resistDon't step out of the photographDon't hurt yourselvesStay innocentDon't hurt yourselves"
Two shadows playingAcross the lawnIs it tomorrow's twilightOr yesterday's dawn?You can hardly make outWhat they've got onBut they're mighty in love, you'll agreeSo I wonder whatever became of himWhatever became of me?